Prosperity TVIt was Christmas Eve in a year that shall remain unidentified. I was in a drab room at the Miami Airport Marriott, writing my suicide journal. I wasn’t melodramatic or even frantic, in ...
It was Christmas Eve in a year that shall remain unidentified. I was in a drab room at the Miami Airport Marriott, writing my suicide journal. I wasn’t melodramatic or even frantic, in ...
(A Letter to My Younger Self...)
Do you remember your childhood as a time of joy, curiosity, and love? Hopefully you do, but I sure don’t. As an effeminate boy with social anxiety is...
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