Note: I’m just vomiting words. I'm feeling down and I want to get better so I'm writing.


April really is the cruelest month just like “The Waste Land” said.

Except for me, April is full of heavy pollen, heavy rain, heavy flowers, heavy hell, heavy—heavy, and hell.

I creep out of my room every single morning. I have brought a hateful temper. There is a string that...