I’m afraid that I brought my son into a world that will be worse for him than it is for me, at least environmentally.
When I was a little kid, I not a particularly brave child. I was afraid of bullies, afraid teachers, and afraid of my parents. I worried about consequences, I worried about getting beaten up. I didn’t know who I was either. I mean I knew something’s that I liked but I never felt like IContinue reading “More Confidence and More Fear”
14 “Fuck you,” I shout at the sky, both middle fingers extended fully, boiling tears stream down my nose and cheeks, corroding and burning as they roll. I return to my room, my eight by ten cell. “Please end me,” I beg the silence in the sky. Every ugly face is of an enemy, fangsContinue reading “18 Years”