Trying to reach out with social anxiety, perfectionism, OCD, and body dysmorphic disorder is utter chaos.

I drove past my childhood home up in the mountains. It was hard to find my way since the redwoods had been clear cut.

I grew up on a bus. The world was my backyard.

Life isn't what I initially thought it would be.

He doesn't understand my meanings that I hide between the lines. He's not the poetic type.

There are too many rules in order to live on this planet....

I tried San Pedro Cactus, and for once in my life my mind was clear.

My one promise I made to myself when I was young was to never allow myself to grow up,

Were just two silly kids trying to build a life in a big world. Best friends finding their way through space together.

White water meets white sky. There is no escape from this fog bubble we call paradise...

Comfort swam over me as the light left the world. Hidden.