“I should like to die. I am sickened at the brute world which you are smiling with. I hate men and women more. I see nothing but thorns for the future … the world is too brutal for me – I am glad there is such a thing as the grave – I am sure I shall never have any rest till I get there … I wish I was either in your arms full of faith or that a Thunder bolt would strike me.” GOOD GRIEF, John Keats! And you thought your high school boyfriend was melodramatic.
Important Note
This site features content going all the way back to 2000. The posts you’ll read reflect my views and writing style at the time. While I have gone back to clean up a few of them, I think it’s important not to sanitise too much. This site is a record of who I am and how I’ve grown. Any blog post written years ago may not reflect who I am today, nor how I would write about the same topic today.