Acid Art

“I’m happy” that’s the lie I keep telling myself every morning when I wake up, and every night before I fall asleep. I mean, I must be happ...

I keep telling myself that I have to stop asking for things, for help. I guess now's the right time to finally do it. I feel sick every...

I don't know how to let go.

Good people, good people. Who are those good people? Let me tell you. From my experience good people are broken souls; this is the reason ...

I'm here, again, in the same place. We meet again, my old friend, depression. This time I don't know what's going on, you seem d...