My journal is my psychoanalyst

My journal is the most loyal friend I ever had.  He listens to me late at night when  just won’t shut up about feeling hurt from a lost friendship from childhood, when I want to tell him all about my dreams for the future and these pure love societies where all humans see the divinity… Read More My journal is my psychoanalyst

Little Deaths, Masks, and the Existential Joke (Halloween Party)

I got into bed Saturday night at 3 am, exhausted from a night of exerting the effort of facial expressions required to match the synthetic enthusiasm of drunk people. The night concluded with an Uber ride that was 1.6x the normal fare because of the increased demand, as all the drunks migrated home, some with… Read More Little Deaths, Masks, and the Existential Joke (Halloween Party)