I'm a monster.

Every time I share my real feelings I upset those that I tell them to. They fight, they get angry, they take on my monster spawn emotionally inside themselves and struggle to disperse it. My monster has babies that grow and fester and infe…

It makes me angry to think that I can never have you and angry that I'm acting like a child. I'm angry that my dreams are crushed and angry that life goes on and you can go on without me.

That's what hurt the most; knowing that I can be forgotten in the …

I feel it building again. It begins as a whisper, a fleeting vision, a smell. I begin to think fondly of the ocean, a fun city, or a winding road through a gorgeous forest.

Then comes the envisioning of taking photographs, documenting the adventure fore…

It was one of those days where things happened, and you did stuff, but it felt like your focus was off. You did what you knew how to do, but you missed the point of doing it.

Other people noticed, so you felt self-conscious and guilty and ashamed of you…