Bad habits
Toothpaste
A moment to yourself. Nothing to think about but your daily routine. Brush teeth, shower, and things seem to be normal as they should. At a moment's strike, you find it in the mirror. Tears roll down your face. You find it hard to breathe as you brush your teeth. you continue to brush until the tears become overwhelming. The saliva forces you to swallow some toothpaste and you can't help but weep. You begin choking on the toothpaste and you stop so you’re not found on the floor.
By The Kind Quill3 years ago in Confessions
I “Quiet-Quit” Saying Stupid Shit
Everywhere I look lately, I see the words “Quiet-quit”. Especially on Medium articles, as of late. I had to look up the meaning and once I saw it, ugh. Sometimes, certain phrases just make you want to puke. Gag me with a thesaurus.
By The Mouthy Renegade Writer3 years ago in Confessions
My introduction to going yellow from grey
Go To Yellow has given me the opportunity to build many skills and also meet some fantastic individuals. It has really made me face many reflections and encouraged me to break many bad habits. Let me start you from the beginning so you can really understand the journey.
By NPR3 years ago in Confessions
Shifting Mortality
You said we are equals but is that true now? You become two while I’m stuck in one. I was warned about you and set to prepare for practice. You hide behind your words as if it’s your superpower. You treat a pet like a child, with negative reinforcement with toxic words. Like a toy you’re willing to throw it away when it gives you more trouble than peace. Similar to a newborn child, the pain comes more than the pleasure. The joys arrive in between the annoyance. Babies need patience and guidance—no torment and neglect. Like a fire when you see a spark, you’re ready to blow it all up and go for the tragedy. Damaged thoughts rage in as the unthinkable surfaces.
By The Kind Quill3 years ago in Confessions
My Life At 30 Years Old
So I pull a "fuck it" and let my hands flow on the keyboard, let my brain tell me what to write. I wanted to write about how great it is to be 30 years old, I wanted to write that I don't understand those who complain now that they have reached this age, but instead I will write about myself. Because I rarely write about myself.
By Viorel Secareanu3 years ago in Confessions
A Shitty (literally) Incident That Happened To Me at The Vienna Train Station
--- Whatever, that being said, let's take a short break from the travelogue of the 30 days in Europe and move on to the tragicomic happenings that happened, obviously, in Vienna. The main one, I say, which I consider the cherry on the cake of disappointments in this city, and a small one, but still shitty…
By Viorel Secareanu3 years ago in Confessions
