Read the Printed Word!

Anyone wanna come join me? I’ve created a new place, a place of many wonders where nothing ever gets accomplished. It’s called Procrastination Nation, and all are welcome here.

So, I’ve been through some serious shit the past few (four) days. It’s been really shitty but I learned a few things about mental health facilities, how mental health patients are treated, and what goes on on the inside.

If you’re feeling off or down or really sad ,I don’t want to deter you from seeking the help you need. There is no shame in asking for help, and some people really do benefit from medication.

HOWEVER, I was treated like garbage because someone who loves me was concerned enough to call authorities because he misunderstood a situation. Because I didn’t seek help voluntarily, I was demeaned, belittled, and embarrassed.

I’m not going into the details of what happened or anything. Please know I’m okay. But if anyone, and I mean any of you whether we’ve ever spoken before or not, wants to talk about what they’re feeling or my experience or anything at all, please let me know. I want to talk to you. I want to be your friend because the system sure as fuck is not your friend.

Stay here. Stay strong.


my last word will probably be either “whoops” or “shit”


think about the concept of a library. that’s one thing that humanity didn’t fuck up. we did a good thing when we made libraries


what doesn’t kill you leaves you lying awake at 2am wishing it had

When I see a stranger wearing a t-shirt of my alma mater