But I'm breaking out of this slump I'm in Pulling myself out of the dumps once again I'm getting up once and for all, fuck this shit
I wake up really happy then it's traffic lights all day. Red, amber, green, red, green, amber then all three bulbs blow at once.
Because I’m borderline, my emotions are borderline too? I really don't grasp that concept, do you?
I stumbled upon a disturbing rope, suicide fail or suicide attempt?
A comically grim poem about two friends who were a butcher and a mortician: myself, Sharon Lawson, and artist LH Grey
A poem about recovery and feeling a sense of freedom
Try this fun horror themed journal
Where is your precious sanctuary?
Either way is no way
Recognising and dealing with envy