(un)happy father’s day

Sometimes he's called dad or daddy, pops or father and perhaps even old man. I don't know what to call mine, though. I wonder if sadistic f*@kbag would be accurate enough. Here we are again at Father's Day. The day set aside each year where we are supposed to tell the world how thankful we …

unattached to living

For the first time in a very long time I wish I was still a smoker. Like, I would seriously kill for a cigarette right about now. I need something, anything, to keep my hands busy. The last few days have been painfully difficult. I don't know what it is that makes me want to …

a sheltered life

The other day, out of the blue, my mother remarked to me about how I never appreciate her and all the things she has done for our family. She then proceeded to tell me it's because I've led such a sheltered life. I was so dumbfounded by her remark that I wasn't even sure how …