As I sit here, surrounded by the familiar comforts of my room, I'm reminded of the harsh realities that have become my life. It's been months since the accident...

I often find myself wondering, is it possible to truly lose one's grip on reality? For me, the line between sanity and madness has always been blurred, a consta...

I love to watch people suffer, it's almost like a sick form of entertainment for me. I often find myself thinking about the intricacies of pain, how it can be s...

I'm often told that my fascination with death is a sign of a troubled mind, a cry for help, or a manifestation of my own mortality. But the truth is, I've alway...

I'm so tired of being seen as a victim, a fragile little thing that needs to be coddled and protected. It's suffocating, this constant need for help, this const...

I'm stuck in this wheelchair, my body broken, my spirit bruised. The accident took away my mobility, but it can't take away my vanity. I still catch myself star...

I'm stuck in this wheelchair, my body broken, my spirit bruised. The accident took away my mobility, but it can't take away my desire. I still crave the touch, ...