Writings from the vault: AftermathI’m supposed to feel safe. Relieved. but all I feel is lost. The fire has finally died down. There is no danger hiding in the shadows. It’s like for a period of time, I was fueled by adrenaline, not blood. My breaths propelled by panic, not my... See More »
i like to write sometimesand sometimes i go into sims to make my characters and their home only to realize the layout makes zero sense lol but i worked it out
I feel like I'm becoming less and less interested in s*x the older I getI used to love it. Is this normal? I certainly don't like feeling this way. However, I also am developing an interest in intellectual stuff more. Not sure if they're related. And guys mostly want sex so I dunno how I'm ever going to keep a man if I... See More »
Dinostore SoupA new restaurant opened called "Dinostore Soup", the name was kind of prehistoric. The owner was Tyrannosaurus Tex, he was from Texas a LONG time ago. Sara noticed the opening sign and decided to come have a look, she owned a clothing business down... See More »
I feel like a burdenMostly to myself. Nobody else irl is interested in knowing me outside of work, so I'm pretty much on my own most of the time. I wish I could be normal and wanted, but I'm stuck this way instead. I went from one hug a week down to no hugs in nearly 5... See More »
Writings from the vault: DustI feel it in my chest, making it hard to breathe sometimes. The grief, the yearning, the wishing. A twisted little knot, the atrophied remains of a future that once was. Now I build, brick by brick, a new path towards a new future. Dust in my... See More »
