There has to be a winter for there to bring a spring. My fulfillment is in hibernation. It's unraveling. I can feel it. Answers are appearing slowly; small hints that show me that something bigger is at work. Clarity comes with patience. My bliss is just around the corner.I came here from Calgary, hoping to find something more. I haven't quite found it. Then again, I've hardly been looking.I'm in...

Alright. It’s settled.Life is so damn short. People keep saying the world is going to end. I think it isn’t.But what if it does? The earth doesn’t have to blow up for the world to end. There doesn’t have to be an epidemic of some highly contagious terminal disease.For my world to end, all it takes is for one person to die, me.It could happen at any time by some fluke of nature or simply...

Something's wrong, but I can't figure out what. PLEASE HELP MEI feel completely lost in the universe. There are infinite paths I could take and all of them seem to lead no where. I'm filled with doubt and fear and passion and faith all at the same time.So, in a nutshell, I'm a teenage girl and a human being. Neither is easy for anyone.Music always seems to be the best remedy for this. To be Frank,...

I went to the Santa Clause parade today. Thousands of people crowded on a sidewalk to watch volunteers in costumes ring bells, listen to mediocre bands to play, and look at paper mache floats made by cooperate giants who claim to care about smiling children. The parents feeding their kids to the same sensationalist hellfire that's left their secret dreams unfulfilled.It's so obvious, when you look...

I’ve heard that life is just the spirit saying “no” to God’s invitation to eternity. There’s a force saying “come to where there’s peace and unity and paradise forever” and the only reason we’re alive is because of our consistent response; “I can’t. I’m not done here”. Here, in waking life.This makes me think of those vivid dreams I have where I’m running from something...

I bet you really thought you loved me too you arrogant assholePoor little awkward (your name goes here). No one appreciated how creative and warm and kind you were, including me. Why you spent so long perusing me, I still can't figure out.You sank to my level and I finally wanted you. We could have had one of those Tarantino romances; drug filled and masochistic.I was still in that "I hate men so...

2c-E, 2C-T-7, 4-MeO-DMT, 4-AcO-DiPT, Foxy, etc. etc.You might have heard of these. I've been fucked by these drugs.We called them the "experimentals", the nectar to the new self proclaimed chemical connoisseurs in the party scene. They were supposed to broaden my horizons. Expand my mind. Change the face of drugs. Maybe they did. Maybe they will.What no one told me is they drive you fucking nuts....

Why do I continue to doubt myself? What was I thinking, moving out here?I could have easily stayed in Calgary. I didn’t have to put up with my mom. I could have stayed working at Shoppers Drugmart, taken on full time hours, continued school online, moved out.I could even go back. There’s a bedroom at Jen’s house calling my name. Four hundred a month, all inclusive. I had finally muscled up...