Life is a bitch. Then you die. So while staring at my navel the other day, I decided that that bitch happens in four stages. Here they are. STAGE ONE: MIMICRY We are born helpless. We can’t walk, can’t talk, can’t feed ourselves, can’t even do our own damn taxes. As children, the way we’re…


Remember back when you were a kid? You would just do things. You never thought to yourself, “What are the relative merits of learning baseball versus football?” You just ran around the playground and played baseball and football. You built sand castles and played tag and asked silly questions and looked for bugs and dug…

Truth be told.

Truth be told, I don’t mind fighting till the death For those I love But I’d be lying if I didn’t say I wonder how many times I will die And be brought back to life Before I find one worth fighting for.


It’s Okhay to be confused in our twenties. It’s Okhay to NOT know . Ok peeps , why don’t we get straight to the point . Do we really know what we want in our twenties? Yes and No. Yes,because we’re bombarded with a zillion options and No because we want to try everything once….


If you have to try to be cool, you will never be cool. If you have to try to be happy, then you will never be happy. Maybe the problem these days is people are just trying too hard. Happiness, like other emotions, is not something you obtain, but rather something you inhabit. When you’re…

A letter to the ‘old’me

A letter to the old me Hey! To ‘me’ of the past, How have you been? I know you must be doing good, who will know you better than me? Do those memories from the past still haunt you when now YOU yourself have become a member of the past? What about the scars of…

At my end

“….that…the right time will come one day. And I’m certain that you’ll realize me!” “Realizing what?” “That I fell in love for you. You!” “Oh, yeah! That’s great. You’re just too funny” “Yes, I’m. In a way, I’m foolish, too. Mad. Everything is funny at my end.” “Yes, you’re…. Leave it. What else?” “I’m good….


You empty me out of myself Yet I feel so heavy. You rob me off my peace. Yet,I wish not to let you go.


There’s no class in high school on how to not be a shitty boyfriend or girlfriend. Sure, they teach us the biology of sex, the legality of marriage, and maybe we read a few obscure love stories from the 19th century on how not to be. But when it comes down to actually handling the…