The title is self-explanatory.
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Everyone leaves.
Last week, I wrote a blog about love not being our enemy and that we should NOT hold back in the face of it, as too many of us often do. It’s a great, if not terribly original, ideology to promote but looking back, mine is a very flawed narrative.
“Love is an intense longing to wholly satisfy another person but understanding that you just might not be able to…”
Click here if you have not read Fake Deep, Part 1a
Entry #1b of the Fake Deep series, which chronicles my own battles with mental illness and how it has shaped my life.
In this entry, I gloss over my condition and its symptoms. This sets the stage for Part 2, which will cover my childhood. Read the rest of this entry »
Entry #1a of the Fake Deep series, which chronicles my own battles with mental illness and how it has shaped my life.
In this entry, I throw on my cape for anyone who might be struggling with mental illness or typical depression. If you are ashamed and/or embarrassed, I want to hear from you!
Even the world’s greatest writers struggle to craft great introductions for their articles. BBQ is no different. I am frequently reminded of my literary greatness and insane brilliance:keystroke ratio but it is with much regret that I acknowledge that right now: I’m stuck.
It was April of 2009 when I opened my Twitter account. Back then, when BBQ was just William in Cincinnati, I was the typical douchebag following celebrities with the hopes of firing that one tweet that would get me a VIP invitation and the recognition I felt I have always had coming to me. I mean, what other purpose for twitter existed?
The Grill 