Choked

I want to write, but the words just won’t come out. As if there are so many of them that they got stuck at the very moment they wanted to get out – all at the same time.

A guide to navigating the depths of the rabbit hole

On better days, such as today, it seems as if things are okay. The reflection in the mirror looks quite okay, acceptable. Pleasant, even. Doesn’t speak, just looks back, smiling mildly. With hair tucked into a sleek ponytail, smooth complexion, and eyes wide open, reminds of a cover page of a beauty magazine. And just stares back, cunningly.

When life becomes utterly meaningless

I’ve hit the lowest of the lowest I’ve ever felt, where I feel so bad about myself, about life, about future, about any prospect, so bad I can’t even write about it.

Avril

…Nothing’s going right