Bullies

I cried from time to time as a child like any other normal children. But I would sometimes cry for what I think are strange things. I would be playing chess with my brother and he will beat me. Then, he will make fun of me. He would say, "you lost,...

I don't want to go to work

This post has nothing to do with work. I just wanted to get out of my system in a grand title-ish way.   My heart is worried at the moment because of the next ideas it feels like communicating. It hopes that it will do a good job. My heart, and...

Reflections of a Lonely Man

Reflections of a lonely man. But who is this man? The man is the one writing this. Why am I man? I feel like I am old enough to be one. I am 24 soon to be 25. And I suppose the rule that says "a girl becomes a woman when does you know what" doesn't...