Ive spent a lifetime missing out. It's been wasted and I feel like the end is nearing. Maybe this message in a bottle will find a shore...

The Law of Ending It isn't just about breakups. It is about things that are generally over due. Maybe you have a not so great friend? Maybe you've been putting off exercise? The Law of Ending It is about these cycles we get into as people and how it is healthier to learn when to walk away instead of sinking deeper into the cycle we call "stability" and "comfort."

Want to know your value. In the government's eyes if your under 18 its $595. If your over 18 its $292 a month in groceries. For some people its $0. Family can raise your value depending on who they are and if they like you put that isnt promised and your true value is constantly changing.

Do you find yourself in a shit job? Why are you doing this to yourself? Get out there and find the true you,…

My father began screaming "911, 911, 911" as he beat this seven foot tall man over the head with a hammer.

My first Note of my first Stream on Notd. Very much a day in the life type of blog that I am trying to monetize and have been for a couple of years or so now. I just talk about what happens in my days and how I feel about it. Can be venting, positive things, or anything in between.

This piece reflects me coming back to writing and sorting through some heavier emotions. It’s about starting over, facing what’s changed, and letting the darker parts show.

See, folks down here like to pretend names are harmless things. Something you stitch on a birth certificate and forget about. But they ain’t. Names carry ghosts. They remember every version of you the world tried to smother. They remember what you survived. They remember the promises you broke to yourself just to keep somebody else warm.

I carried your buckets because I knew the weight of water, the cruel infinity of oceans. But I never learned to build a dam.

Hello I need help over here in this area with these annoying evel bad kids an people.im stuck in this place.

Just a little rant about my struggles with Writer's Block, and what to expect when it comes to my writing.

The portal is open, Sparkkeepers — and today we’re celebrating two big launches in the Dreamspace Studio.

The portal is open, Sparkkeepers — and today we’re celebrating two big launches in the Dreamspace Studio.

An intriguing look into the mind of a manic depressive schizophrenic whom loves the only thing there is to love in the world, 🌍 Self

Here in The Garden Cove, I share a diverse collection of captivating short stories and chapters from my ongoing novel. These stories are crafted to transport you to new worlds, explore timeless themes, and inspire us to uphold the values that have built strong communities and nations. Whether it's tales of heroism, perseverance, or moral virtue, I believe storytelling is a powerful tool to reinforce the principles that sustain us.

The streetlights offer a false sense of security, don't they? If you're reading this, you know the nightly ritual: pulling back the curtain, peeling away that veneer of safety, to gaze at the black expanse pierced by those deceiving beams of comfort...

The terrible, horrible, and very stressful Twos! The start of just the beginning of the word "NO." The overnight transformation from a sweet baby to an unhinged toddler who throws, bites, kicks, slaps, and spits drinks into shoes. The jealousy of siblings. This article covers it all!

why do I write? I write poetry since the age of 12. I feel in love with it. when I write poetry I am more of free verse and I write what comes to mind.

I don't envy anyone who has the courage to leap into this disaster we call the job market, this place is insane.

That grief had carved out spaces in me I never filled back in. That losing people I loved—some to death, some to distance, some to silence—had carved my edges softer, blurred me until I wasn’t sure where I stopped and the rest of the world began