Life’s too short to feel shit about yourself

Life is too short to feel shit about yourself. I look at that statement and I know it’s damn well true, but actually understanding it, living it and attempting to move the hell past it has proved to be something that has officially demanded a year of my time. It was March 2017 when IContinue reading “Life’s too short to feel shit about yourself”

The Chinese Cat

It is way past my bedtime. I’ve thrown one window open and the fresh December air is washing out the stagnant remains of the day from my room. I can hear the rain outside. Its notes are super soothing. My eyelids are heavy with a welcoming exhaustion. I can barely type but much like theContinue reading “The Chinese Cat”