
His Hands Around My Throat: The Reasoning Behind My Detrimental Procrastination Habit
I go to the doctor but don’t take the prescribed pills when alone. I make progress in therapy then become stagnant until the next session. My dishes pile up in the sink for a century before I think to actually do anything about it. And my job-hunting falls flat until I am reminded of how […]

Lush, Cum, and Letters Poem No. 1 (Blog Post Form)
Read only if you feel safe to do so. I hope this helps affirm you.