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@nti-social: A look at the perils of internet connection and online interaction.

Chapter Five: Stories about life, mental health, and my pursuit of living better.

Be Happy: An exploration of things which have brought happiness to me throughout my life.

The Leftovers: The food for thought keeping me awake at night.

No Pride: Stories about living openly gay in The South, the gay community, and LGBTQIA issues.

Playing Make-Believe: My serial fantasy blog featuring, "Cerene's Story" and "The Rat Kingdom".

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