I can feel her spiritual arms try to surround me and I just keep yelling at her “NO”. I don’t want that shit. I want her ass to be here on this dying planet with me. I want to talk more cold, cash shit to her ass because that’s what I do. The medication management … More My Apologies: Going Through the Stages of Grief

I used to go out all of the time. House parties, the clubs, hosting at the Camel. I was active out in these streets. Then, one day I woke up and was petrified to leave my house. Like, literally couldn’t leave out my apartment without having a full-blown panic attack. I have absolutely no clue … More Living In Fear: Stolen Moments