[this article dates back to july of 2024, when the winds start to blow a little bit colder than usual.] attrition. vesper it is as aforetold by the tenebrous skies; the summer slowly kisses the skies goodbye. thunderstorms start to frequent the place and the wind it carries help no one's comfort. fₗₒₒᵣ ₜᵢₘₑ! i do not feel deserving of the warmth of my bed. here i lay, i rot. the crevices of the f... » Continue Reading
hello. i'm hiding under a pseudonym despite showing my face in my photo. it's my first time writing a blog. i've written so much stuff in the past as a campus journalist, but now ended up in a college where they offer no newsletter for students. so here i am, questioning my existence not only as a once-writer but now a mere internet entity. i only leave my house for school and cigarettes since i d... » Continue Reading