Writing Journal

I was sitting on the train with my reading material and noticed a woman walk by. A minute or ten later, the same woman walked by in the same direction. It is more like time travel actually.

It could be the worst experience I have ever had with any individual, but at some point I forget and believe I would like the company again. But ofcourse I usually regret it completely.

My childhood had been full of anger. I recently came to this knowledge after a run in with my dad. It was made apparent to me that my father has a difficult time expressing himself in words and would resort to childish behaviors to get his message across. I can see how it makes me […]