Diary of a Psychopath

Dear Diary, We grow up learning to be disciplined. To make routines, and to stick by them. It is only when we grow up that we realize how dangerous routines truly are. It tells others where you are, where you were, where you are going to be, and I cannot think of any information more... Continue Reading →



"Stop stealing my leather jacket" "You stole my heart and last name. I have joint custody of this jacket"

An Apology

I'm sorry for being such a terrible friend. I'm sorry for reading your messages and not replying. I'm sorry for not calling you back. I'm sorry for not being there when you need me. I'm sorry for not being enthusiastic about the big change in your life. You may not know how much I regret... Continue Reading →


Age 6 Blue is the color of freedom. The color of the sky when he goes out to play. The color of his mum's eyes. The color of the walls of his room. The color of the water he spent most of his time swimming in. Age 16 Blue is the color of love. The... Continue Reading →

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