Tag Archives: Angst

Empty

I lay there, heaving and sweating, in a large canopied bed. At first, I couldn’t make any sense out of it, where I was, what I was exactly doing. My mind was muddled, as if I was streaming in and out of consciousness. I can hear women speaking in hushed tones, of water being poured [...]

Mantra

First commandment when you’re in a relationship with me: 1. Thou shall not mess with The Bitch Goddess Strawberry ice cream and other guilty pleasures aside, whenever somebody disappoints me and I end up hurting, I become a walking disaster. I end up doing evil, cruel, unthought-of things, and I do them secretly. I feel [...]

Urge

Been feeling a lot like this lately. I want to treat it as a joke, but deep down, I really, really want to. I admitted this to my sorority sister and she fucking laughed at me. “TBG, is that chuuuu? And then what, you wanna have babies too? HAAHHAHAHA!!!” Must be the birthday blues. I’m [...]

Retreat

(c)Trujillo-Paumier I am the Mother of Destruction, to myself, to you. It will always be complicated. It will always be crazy. Being. With. Me. And this. Is the only way. I know how. To live. Go. Now. Save. Yourself. I. AM. DONE.