The First Quiet Night
It was a wicked downpour. The one small umbrella I owned barely shielded Dala and me from the storm. I…
It was a wicked downpour. The one small umbrella I owned barely shielded Dala and me from the storm. I…
Oh, man trust me when dealing with a narcissist, you’ll know because you will constantly feel like ripping your hair…
My mind’s eye burns with horrors as the cicadas hum outside the open windows. Someone asks me who I am. …
Crisp autumn leaves swept across the parking lot of the old clinic, no one seemed to know how to do…
As soon as I turned onto the corner of Riverdale road and Elmers it was like the smell of sewage…
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In this entry we will enter the dark side of the mind. It’s as if I presumed things would some…
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I am going to tell you 10 things wrong with Debbie Gallagher from Shameless, proving her obvious character flaws but…