From crib to corporate cage rectangular voids have raised us. We gawk into these portals every waking second of every day. The sparkling labyrinth is cruel and twists and turns us towards dead ends in its halls of mirrors.
I started school and hardly have time for myself in the evenings. I am writing this in complete darkness. Playing some TOOL from my playlist. The angry and extremely sexual lyrics about anal sex and LSD trips are too abrasive to listen to on my early morning commute. It is almost 9pm ACDT. This isContinue reading “inferiority vs. self love”
I feel like an outcast. It all started with being a fish out of water as a South Aussie studying in glitzy Los Angeles. My female peers around me initially coyly flattered me, whether it was complimenting on my art or my outfits. When I tried to get to know them better, I would learnContinue reading “being an outcast”
Vent. Don’t care if people read this. It’s hard to describe this feeling. A feeling that I am ugly and unlovable, even in all my efforts, I cannot escape it. I am indulging in this dark voice by writing about it however, I am also telling it to shut up. I went into the AdelaideContinue reading “Self loathing”
Despite what social justice says, it’s fine if you want to toss around the word ‘crazy’. Batshit. Loony. Nutty. Insane. Those words are fine. The cringe-police will try to forbade the use of certain words, without fathoming that these worlds can be comforting and meaningful to us with lived experience. I speak for myself. IContinue reading “Stop using the word psychotic wrong👏”