Fbor the work at my handsnut through my work.
tot through my words,
Ahat you hear my pain,
ynd let it be by God’s will
Oou will understand.
tnce you see it,
Ahose screams go unheard, unseen.
Mnd because I am a man,
Iy brain screams at every moment.
am no man of simple life.
IM’m doing my Master’s, and she’s one of my professors.y professor and I crossed a line, and now I’m worried about her and what happens if her husband finds out.
You can disagree with me. You can challenge me. Just bring an actual argument—because I’m always willing to defend what I believe. And since apparently this needs clarification: yes, I’m a real person. No, I’m not a bot. 😂
sIome stories might be dark, emotional, complicated or a little unsettling. 🌙
this blog is basically a collection of all the things living rent free in my head.a write little stories based on the characters I love, and not everything here will be sweet.
ttached to
IH spent my teenage years completely alone with no friends. I never went to a party, never traveled with anyone, never hung out, and never got to go on outings.ow do I accept that I wasted my teens and early 20s?