The Depression Paradox

My nights are always lonely, as I feel the need to fill the void, but no one is there to hold me. My mind race in sorts, troubled by regrets; procrastination; and now formulating my inadequacies to resemble torts.


Finding the Right Study Spot

I am a peculiar person. Even though a home can be quiet enough to write or study in, the atmosphere simply prohibits me from getting in the zone. The eerie quietness, the plush lofty bed, the tempting television that beckons with an unresistant calling to binge watch Netflix. It has become clear, home is not a study spot that fits my needs.