ANIKA ELIZ BABY

The personal accompanied by fiction, generous hints of erotica, garnished with the many struggles of being me.


Gloom time

  • I Waited For Happiness

    I told myself that at 4 pm I will be happy. I sat and stared at the wall, listening to the clock tick it’s tock. “4 pm,” I told myself, “Then it’ll all be alright.” I could be patient. Especially if there was a reward in sight. I really, truly could wait. I looked at Continue reading

  • I Have A Couple Of Things To Say To You, Actually.

    You don’t look good in that cap. Remove it this instant. How could you ruin that beautiful head of hair? How could you mess it up so badly?remove it. I lay in bed all day today and yesterday, and last week- when I could. Then I gathered the energy I found in tiny crevices that Continue reading

  • Sunday morning gloom

    This morning, as compared to most other mornings, has been particularly hard. The routine is the same, to wake up and feel extremely guilty. I am supposed to be dead right now…. The ‘Survival of the fittest’ test that all human beings encounter everyday, I was supposed to have failed it last year, October 2019. Continue reading

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