Essays

As far back as I can remember, people have blamed me for being “all over the place.” And honestly? They’re not wrong. I’ve always had a million projects going on, the kind I throw myself into the second the mood hits. Sports. Music. Entrepreneurship. Writing. Travel. I dip

I would say I’m a pretty good person. “Pretty” because I can lie, envy, deceive, or act selfishly, like everyone else, I guess. But one thing about me is that I have an excellent sense of self awareness. I know myself inside and out, and I have no trouble

I never needed it before. But when this guy showed up in my life, his absence hit me right away. Ever since I’ve known him, nothing’s really changed, but nothing’s really the same either. More concretely, I wake up thinking about him, I go to bed thinking