We Owned the Night

August 25, 2016 •  2 minute read

I miss you, as whiny as it sounds. No matter how much anger I try to direct towards you, I still do miss you, more than I can admit. There’s a certain appeal to being loved, to be hugged and told that you mean the world to that person. I mean, sure, it’s what everyone wants and craves for, I’m no special snowflake. But it’s...

August 21, 2016 •  2 minute read

Blogging was always a very professional art for me, one that had to be meticulously crafted to be as perfect as I could make it. That came at a price, that I could...

August 08, 2016 •  5 minute read

I write this as the last remnants of the person Zog was. If I may be allowed to be dramatic, I was lucky enough to have been named twice in my entire life,...

June 20, 2016 •  5 minute read

Honestly, compared to the other things on my mind, it’s stupid, real stupid that Fran has a page or so dedicated all to herself. I feel ashamed that someone has enough power in...