I sit in a small room, within my garage, and hide. Maybe you join me. Maybe I’ll tell you some things I’ve been thinking about. Maybe you listen. Maybe you don’t.
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I don’t like small hearts or narrow minds. Why do I read the comments section!
My episode of anxiety
My personal experience of balding and then attempting to wrestle back control
A reflection of one man’s impending demise. Death by a thousand minor ailments.