I wanted to live in a house with walls painted in various shades of blue and green, instead of the eggshell hue that screamed renter.

People say, that which doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. But they are wrong. What doesn’t kill you, doesn’t kill you.

I am neither religious nor superstitious, but there is something otherworldly about the space where two roads come together. The devil is said to set up shop there if you want to swap your soul...

It’s funny how three or four notes of anger can be struck at once, creating the perfect chord of fury.

But in truth, I was different now, burning and anointed.