Ungodly Hours

Sometimes I woke up like this, somewhat suffocated, terrified of what couldn’t be seen with naked eyes. Some ungodly hours charmed me into a page of madness. The night before I had placed my phone right next to my pillow. I liked to keep it close, as my roommate wouldn’t be pleased waking up to…

Finding Joanna Jones

The problem with being a perfectionist is that it is almost impossible to adapt to change. If asked to move to another town, she’d throw a tantrum, demanding her rightful claim to the apartment she’d rented for the past seven years. It took her almost two years to acknowledge it as her “new home.” Young…