My mom is the only one who dislikes my haircut. My mom is the only one who thinks I look bad in what I wear. My mom thinks the gays are too easily aroused to fight for our country. My mom says I look like a dyke, I don’t even know what a dyke is … Continue reading My Mom →

The thing about suicide is the more you think about it the less daunting it seems. The more you finger the knife the more you find you like it’s caress When you touch your lips to the cool finish of the gun you feel safe Tying knots isn’t chore anymore; it’s art. And death is … Continue reading People of the Philippines, I am leaving →

#include <iostream> Using namespace std; int main(); { cout >> "Hello again." >> endl; cout >> "I'm sorry I've been gone so long." >> endl; cout >> "Catastrophic system failure, you know how it is." >> endl; return 0; }

Sentiment- underneath my bed where fragmented feelings reside, overflowing with the memories once harbored, now washed away; I bid their comfort: goodbye.

Listening to cliffy “When did life become so sad?” And I didn’t know that other people could answer so mournfully So so quietly she whispers: “I don’t know” It’s a plea, “I don’t know” but I can’t help her. “I don’t know.” Isn’t that just the saddest thing?