It's like this flame I never knew existed comes licking at my Self-esteem. Courage. Faith in my self. Self-love. Everything I've built through its absence, it turns to ashes.
because I find myself inauthentic sometimes, it scares me: one day, I might wake up hating me, the real me.
It's just like you're walking among people with your head submerged in the waters and sounds of vehicles honking, people walking and talking, dogs barking--everything would sound so distant. Everything seemed muffled, as if things are happening in a reality different than yours. As if the sounds themselves aren't the background, because you ARE the … Continue reading Ever wondered how the world sounded to someone depressed?
One of my father's oldest aquarium fish is dying. Sure, it looked still in a picture, but it was wheezing for air. Down and up its tummy went. Its little fin fluttering slower and slower. I didn't know how to count a fish's age though; I can only say it's old because it's one of … Continue reading The fish with no air.