Existential Depression

I have heard this term a lot lately–Existential Depression. It’s cute; it definitely attempts to make the speaker sound more intelligent than they actually are, which might explain the depression. But I think I have come up with a better word for it. Tired. I am just plain old fucking tired. Granted, I actually am…

School is the worst thing that could happen to a writer

Coming from destitute homelessness, I thought getting a college degree was the best thing I could do. However, 7 years later and $70K in debt, I now dread reading or writing anything. I can only imagine how long it will be before I feel that soul crushing physical compulsion to write again. Writing, these days,…