Favorite Crime: Better

*Disclaimer: A toxic portrayal of love All the things I did, just so I could call you mine. At the end, it all boiled down to actions he could not take back. The severed friendships, the late night shouting matches with his mother, the mountain of debt accumulating in his bank account. There were other…

Butterfly Effect: Words Between Silence

Words rarely come easy to me.  Which is ironic considering how I identify myself as a writer. Yet, a wall sits between my heart and tongue. The whole concept of saying what I feel is foreign to me. Sure, I am aware that certain things make me feel a certain way – sometimes my heart…

Women’s March: Pick-Us Era

“I’m not like other girls.” Is honestly my favourite punchline as a joke, simply because of how ridiculous it sounds. And my friends are always in on it as well, along with the rest of the internet sphere, always ready to make fun of the concept of ‘pick-me’ girls.  But there was a dark time…