Jealousy, honesty and the dark side of blogging

I give myself exactly thirty minutes to say this. Then I publish. Screw it. I woke up thinking a lot about stuff, as I tend to do these days. I’m a thinker. No – I’m an over-thinker. I think until

I’m only human

I don’t really wake up with a stretch and a happy yawn this past month. I wake up with a creature crawling around in my head spewing its nasty ideas and accompanying emotions. I barely notice the idea, only the

Anger

I recognize it. Its name is Anger. It flies from the heart to the mind through veins; through temples and eyes. It lay dormant, sleeping under regret and guilt. But something awoke it. It pushed itself out from it’s watery