“Who am I?” asked the mirror

  My depression has been running deeper lately and I can’t seem to put a stopper on it. I feel like it’s because we live in Bloomsburg, surrounded by people who hate us, with Emily’s family. Darren (Emily’s dad) is never supportive of Emily to the degree she deserves. He hates us being together, is never […]

A Terrible, Beautiful Life

Bloomsburg is a lot like hell, in the sense that you feel trapped here (if you have any sense about you). There are people I’ve met who considered it more home than any place they’ve ever been. Other’s, less fortunate I suppose, are home because they don’t know anywhere else can be home. What I’m trying to say […]