My life is a swirling, disorienting mess. I hate myself. I'm wounded from the past like the rest of you. Coming to terms with the moment isn't getting any easier. I'm yearning for death. The morality of continued existence poses itself as a defeatist conundrum. Sure you could have it all, but sooner or later … Continue reading My reputation precedes me
2018: Madness masquerading as sanity
I awake feeling sad, broken and wishing I felt none of these things. Tomorrow i’m waking up alone and going to remember everything that once could have been. The world has a hell of a right hook, i never expected a black eye that bad. words bite, inexperience harms, i wish that had been pinned … Continue reading 2018: Madness masquerading as sanity
Escaping soullessness
I read a Guardian article not so long ago that branded us the 'Stitled Generation' it was a definition that to so many others meant nothing; yet for me, hit me like a cinderblock. With the title still swirling around in my head now. And ironically, I'm meant to be the guy, who doesn't believe … Continue reading Escaping soullessness
Ben Brizell 