This is where Writer likes to post his own thoughts and struggles. Usually, a post here is a very open observation piece from the perspective of someone dealing with depression, imposter syndrome, and an assortment of other potentially undiagnosed issues. Writer began making these blog posts as a therapeutic exercise and posts them generally just to let other people who are struggling that they are not alone.
Alright! So it’s no news that I’ve been kind of spinning out, not really knowing what I’m going to do with my life. Recently, I think I came to terms with the fact that I need to just decide on something and move forward. If I keep spiraling the way I am right now, it’s […]
Ever feel like you’re just blindly floating about in life? No direction, no desire, no passion. It’s really depressing.
Why do I keep thinking about sex? Let’s go down a mildly disturbing tunnel of dark thoughts and potentially Oedipus-related problems while we determine why Villanite likes sex so much.
I wish I could go back to just assuming dreadlocks meant someone didn’t like using shampoo. That seems a lot more innocent than what America made me see in dreadlocks.
A 29-year-old man crying at his computer as he writes about his feelings about his father. If you’re struggling with similar thoughts, no matter the age, I promise you’re not alone.