As I lay in bed replaying the memories that haunt my mind, I am stuck within this deep agonizing pain in which I have associated with my past. The memories that once flowed so freely through my mind have now turned into poisons. These poisons fade deeper into my mind and route themselves through each…
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Disciple of the damned.
Within our lives, we are continuously basing our actions off of the opinion or guidance of others. As children we are told what to do with the hope of us all growing up to be strong and obedient citizens of society. It has been shown that with a lack of guidance in our lives, we…
The polygamous Pinky: The tale of how my creepy roommate began to hit on my friends.
The creep scale has hit an all time high as my incredibly odd roommate Pinky has decided to hit on Witt. Meeting Witt at my annual Violentine’s Day Party, Pinky has taken quite an interest in her. Pinky is apparently in a relationship with not one woman but two, and is clearly looking for another….
Stress leads to early alcoholism and grey hair.
Stress management has become something within my life that is growing to be quite difficult to handle. It seems as if this is a unified problem in which people my age are actively facing, yet we really have no one to blame but ourselves. Stress can be bought on by a variety of factors such…
Divergence of the heart yet blinded by the soul.
How is it possible to hate someone yet love them simultaneously? The two conflicting emotions both seem strong and overpowering yet they seem to weigh each other out. No matter all the faults this person might contain, you seem to overlook these and continue to live life as normal. I have not quite put my…
Empty bottles and a club full of gays.
Tired and still hungover from my four days of binge drinking in Montreal, I undressed and tucked myself into the bed of my Toronto condo and began to reminisce. The trip was quite interesting and highly eventful for not only did I spend four amazing nights with some of my best friends, I also experienced…
Hot mess with an emphasis on the mess.
Do you ever feel as if you have completely and positively lost your marbles? For a good 18 minutes I was pacing back and forth in front of my condo whilst on the phone with Witt ranting about and over analyzing such minuscule details of my life. I am stuck in a hallway full of…
Hour too early.
Seated upon my couch with a bottle of wine and two pizzas residing within my belly, Wiens and I are spending the night watching Sex & The City. After a long day working at work, I hoped to come home and relinquish my problems. Seated with my sister watching my favourite movie, I felt as…
Listen with your eyes.
Listen with your eyes and you will hear all. Within our young lives we are given plenty of opportunities to listen; but it is not until we learn to see with our eyes that we are opened to the truth. A train in which we are all capable of, yet very few have is the…
Fairytales- The missing link
Have you ever had the feeling deep within your gut that causes such pain and torment, that you feel as if someone is playing jump rope with your intestines? The feeling is brought on by such a low blow of sadness that you feel a punch deep in the gut leaves breathing heavily. I packed…
Deep within a lie.
A recurring theme within my writing is the concept of truth. Truth is a concept in which is expected; yet rarely received. We are taught as children to always be truthful and to not tell a fib, but as we grow older our perception on truth is slowly corrupted. What I have noticed is that…
Snoring, Sharkeisha and Rock bottom.
Wearing a buttoned up flannel and an oversized hoodie, I sit in my English lecture completely dead. With the snow falling heavily outside the window, I wish to just stay inside and veg out for the next couple of hours. As I have said before, I love nothing more than being alone within my condo…
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