P-chan's messy head
I’m still losing a handful of hair. It makes me no longer want to run my fingers through it. Priorin is taking too long to take effect; it’s also supposed to regulate my hormones, but I feel no different. The first line of “The Travelers” goes I think I’m happy on a green autumn day. Read More …
This is Day 6, but it feels like I’ve been here a lot longer. I’ve made myself at home rather fast. In fact, when I arrived in Calgary, Alberta, I knew that it was going to be good. It’s not optimism; I just knew. That’s all. Elderly ladies with cowboy hats warmly welcomed me at Read More …
Maybe that will provide more oxygen for my lungs. I used to be able to meditate for at least 20 minutes, now I only manage five minutes. My fingers want to grab for the rescue drops or a cigarette, but I decided against it. It’s not easy. I usually skip the song “The day the Read More …
Rustling leaves on the trees and dead leaves circling around me. It’s September 2nd and raining. The autumnal sounds are soothing me, along with the smell of the wet ground. This season arouses my darkest fantasies in which you keep me warm. I’ve lost my focus after the wounds caused over there. The relationship between Read More …
