Short Story: The price of love

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 write…

I write. I write because no one cares to listen to what say. I write to purge the angst from my soul, to liberate myself from the weight that threatens to burden me beyond endurance. I write because I have something to say, a piece of me that I want to share. I write because … Continue reading I write…