Tag: Writing
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Exhaustion
I’m so tired of not being good enough. I don’t even know whose standard I’m trying to meet. My partners keep telling me that I’m good enough, that I’m trying too hard and worrying too much, but it feels like I’m trapped in a current and can’t get out. I’m just so… Scared. I’m terrified…
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Slip Ups and Slices
I am not perfect. I have more shortcomings than I wish to list, and more failures than I care to mention. There are times I want to completely give up because I don’t see how I can do or be more than I already am. I have successes, each more unusual than the last. I…
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Ticking Clock
It’s so odd, watching time slide by. There are some tasks that seem to take forever, and interactions that disappear in the blink of an eye, dissolving into wisps of memory. I got back with my ex Blueberry, and that’s been an interesting process because we’re trying to figure out how to better communicate and…
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Well That Happened
You know that one song that goes “The years start coming and they don’t stop coming”? That’s what’s been going on the past few days. I told my crush I like them and they like me back, which is something I never expected so I’m still riding the high from that lol. Unfortunately, our situationship…
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Spicy Time
So, introduction time, I’m Siege. I used to be a member of this system, then I hopped over to a different system when there was some fuckery afoot. However, I was granted dual citizenship, so to speak, and I can pass between the two when I wish. Anyhow, this blog post is going to be…
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Young To Old
Occasionally on Facebook, those posts where you’re supposed to compare old and new profile pictures come up in the timeline. At this point in time, they make me think: While you can show the physical development, how do you show the emotional and mental development over the years? That’s where writing comes in, at least…
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Tears
We can’t cry anymore. We shed tears, occasionally, but never more than a couple moments worth. I miss being able to cry. To sit and release those emotions and feel the physical release. We’ve tried to encourage it. Listening to sad music, watching scenes from shows that we know used to inspire breakdowns. But none…
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A Stitch in Time
We were searching for connection. Thought we found it over each bridge crossed, but something still felt loose. Until in time, we found a mirror. A shadowy, rusted mess, our reflection dark and skewed. Trying to find the other side, cloth in hand. Scrubbing spills and splatters, searching for the eyes that match our own.…
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Old Growth, New Growth
When in doubt, it can be tempting to cling to old habits. Take old paths that are well worn, familiar in their deeds and results. But this familiarity can be stagnant. To truly grow requires taking that first step off the beaten path. Placing each hesitant foot among the weeds and brambles, risking thorns and…
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Coping Mechanisms
We’ve always been curious about death. It’s supposed to be the biggest avoidance for any living thing, what we strive to escape at any cost. The very fight to escape it is the subject of many historical, scientific, and fictional logs. Why is it, then, that we’ve created a society where thousands seek it out…