The grass on the other side really isn’t all that green, and the romance in the air defeats the purpose of hindsight.
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
I let my anxiety wash over me as I try to get to the heart of my emotional disturbance
The mountains I feared climbing turned out to be, on close inspection, a hill with a safe and inviting trail
To live, is to regret. To not live, is to regret. But, what would you regret more?
Happy one year birthday to this blog, and our relationship!
In trying to relieve pain, I come face to face with a painful memory I realised I had never addressed.
Sitting by the ashes of my trust, waiting on a phoenix to rise, or a strong wind to blow it away
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