At the end of a frustrating day (nay, week), I unwind with you and realise that hardwork isn’t all that it’s cut out to be
To live, is to regret. To not live, is to regret. But, what would you regret more?
In trying to relieve pain, I come face to face with a painful memory I realised I had never addressed.
How life being divided on the basis of genitals makes no sense
The realisation of my earliest wishes makes me wonder whether what I wished for was really what I needed