I used to think I was kind, generous, obliging, flexible. And I am all those things. But over time, kindness has turned to compliance, flexibility has turned to folding myself in ten to make sure I don't upset anyone, and in the end, passivity. Passi
Jan 15
And the spiral continues. Down and down we go, me myself and I, in a dizzying waltz. Hand in hand, a dance of war and contradiction. One step forward, two steps back, and we spin and spin and spin and spin and spin. Cold wind passes through us, dark
Nov 17
Dear Diary,
Me and all my friends, we burned through Paris, holding hands on the rooftops, anger in our hearts, love on our faces. We discovered through secret passages and strobing lights, that we could be unstoppable. Sneaking into the old aba
Sep 19