A series of 100 word one-shots about every emotion I have ever suffered.


It fills you up, eats away at your insides, until there's nothing left. Nothing but the thought of him, and pain when you're apart. Countless humans have tried and failed to explain what love is. It's unconditional, it's incidental, its Godly…

Truth be told, it is none of these things.

Love is whatever you make it. It can defy the boundaries of time and space, or simply gnaw at a soul.

It is also important to love yourself, for without loving yourself, you lose love. Losing love is losing who you are.

Now add my name to the countless fails.