...the blue lines across my wrists left behind by the pen I used to simulate what I wished were blood-red streaks. The pain of hopelessness screamed at me as I pulled the knife down, just a few inches from my arteries, to cut the bread that a customer had ordered just moments before.
I was working as a freelance writer on a site called Upwork, trying to pay a few bills and work my way through a masters degree in general psychology. Over time, I received a variety of different commissions ranging from making a bio for a blog writer to developing articles and/or proofreading text, etc. But the one that caught me of guard the most was a commission to ghost-write two short stories for a grand each.
I didn't know what I was looking for when I stumbled into sight of his glowing, bright eyes. He was a beauty unlike any other and I loved him, knowing his affections were lies.
I love photography. LOVE it! Few things make me happier than grabbing my Canon 80D and hitting the streets in search of the perfect pic to capture or playing around with Photoshop and Lightroom to really capture the emotion or idea that I wish to convey.