The Occasional Other

I am truly fed up with being broke. Yes, I am used to not having much money, but this should not be like this all the time. I trained as a graphic designer for a long time. I even have a bachelor’s degree. I even moved to California not knowing a soul. I thought someone…

Growing up, I never was afraid to die. I always believed it was a right of passage to another world, rights of passage to peace and harmony. The dictionary definition of fear is an unpleasant emotion caused by the belief that someone or something is dangerous, likely to cause pain, or a threat. As children,…

Every other moment, every other day, questions plague my brain. How do I keep going sometimes? I never could stand on my own. No one really paid that much attention to me. When I do receive attention, for some reason, it is flattering. It keeps me distracted, but I end up angry. Is this how…

Why is love so painful? Why do we have to go through hoops just to feel worthy enough to be loved? I wake up every morning feeling the pain of loving a man. Someone who, well indeed, finds me attractive, but nothing else. At one point, we were together. We go back and forth on…

I define myself for myself in the knowledge of self-love. I always forgive others. Not just because I have to, but for myself. I always spend time trying to improve myself with loosing my identity. My desires are stronger than anything. I have options and never willing to settle for less. Finding love was not…