Love is stupid. Yeah, I said it. Maybe love makes people stupid, or at least makes sane people do stupid things. Maybe it's part of it, or all of it, or maybe it's just me. I don't know. I used to know, just like everyone's an expert until you're mired in something and you realize … Continue reading Short Story: The price of love
I wrote this as part of my final portfolio for my Creative Writing class back in 2013. It's probably the most intimate portrait of what I went through during 2011, and the most painful experience I've lived through ever committed to writing. It's not easy putting it out there, but here it is. If you're … Continue reading A writing assignment
As I try to rewrite this tangled mess that I laughably call a book, I've come to realize that writers are a masochistic bunch. Luckily I am indeed a masochist, or at least that's what I took away from the tangled mess of what once was my love life.
Puzzled It's hard to describe what my life is at the moment. It's a jumble, a fragmented picture that I'm trying to piece together without a clear understanding of what the picture is supposed to be. Do you understand how frustrating it is? Where does this piece go? Here? No. Screw it. I'll set it … Continue reading Piece of the wrong puzzle