This is an account for reclusive, disturbed, or perfectly normal people to read a collection of short reclusive, disturbed, and abnormal stories.
As someone who is troubled, I've been trying to salvage my childhood love of writing by laboring on some remarkably unremarkable tales. There isn't much of a filter, but there is a trigger warning. Suicide, mental health problems, and other disorders will arise within this account. This isn't a call for attention, or an attempt to romanticize the idea of mental illness. This is just poorly written stories of things that impact thousands of people everyday. There shouldn't be a stigma, or a hiding, or a discouragement. This is a place for me to vent through creative writing, and a place for you to come, read, comment, and be among those who understand.

"We must suffer alone. But we can at least hold out our arms to put similarly tortured, fractured, and above all else, anxious neighbours, as if to say, in the kindest way possible: 'I know...'" - Alain de Botton.