In response to a very persistent ad

Most of the time, the ads on my facebook timeline are pretty much relevant to my interests, stuff I've googled and such. But there's this brilliant thing which shows up everyday, without fail, and it's starting to really irritate me, especially under the current circumstances...

Young boy's diary: I am the night

Dad has been agitated lately. I caught him talking to himself a couple of times and I'm sure I heard a fight between him and Mom last night. I don't know what's going on but I thought, maybe he'd like to play catch with me, maybe physical activity would distract him and help him deal with stress. What a fool I was...

Young boy's diary

Martha doesn't get it.

Post the whatever, during which I sit tight and hate everything [...]

[...] and patiently wait for the crying fit to pass, wondering if this pain in my chest is a sign of an impending heart attack. Aren't I too young to die after all? (Rather long title for an utterly pointless post. You can leave whenever.)

Thought-provoking conversations

Today was... interesting.

I was going to have a mole removed because it looked a bit weird and people believed something might be wrong with it. Sadly, it wasn't shaped like New Zealand, a fact that would have made the mole worth discussing, if only to justify why I am now typing a blog post about it. (Spoiler: this post isn't really about the mole.)