Kwwaard is more than just a name. It is a way of being. I take the name for my enterprise. I make nothing. I sell nothing. I do not have a social media presence. I am not an influencer. I am not seeking fame or money. I do not seek.

All I have is my written words. That is all I offer. They are free to read, but pieces of me, so they cannot be taken. Leave them here. And play nice.

My pseudonym is Kwwaard. I am a writer. I will be posting my poetry and writing here. My experiences as a bipolar person, a drug addict, and a human being.

This website will also be used as a sort of repository for pieces of writing. I do not have anything from college and I got rid of so much. What remains is mostly poetry. So I will have to grow my “portfolio” from absolute scratch.

Also this is not “for” anyone specifically. In fact, it is more for myself. By having a website, I can access and show everything I am and write. If I wanted something hidden, I can make it private. Mostly everything is out in the open so it can breath. Whether anyone reads anything matters very little.

This is a blog that i created with zero intent, at least now, for anyone to see. And involves personal writing that may come off as some way, but is just stupid ass fucking Bullshit. I just wanted a backup of myself. An imprint. Something leftover. And this was going to be it.

But…I just cannot stop being sidetracked by potential cyberbullying, harassment, stalking, etc. that seems to be occurring. For real.

This is one of five repositories i have to let go and just write. I use this to post some more finite things, like the poetry. But i intended it to be my blog.

Unfortunately, i have to do EVERYTHING in my POWER to hide what i write from these prying eyes.

So…in a sense, thank you Nemsis….you gave me an audience. I hope you enjoyed reading every fucking word i ever wrote.

Its all just fucked.  I am living the Truman Show.  Nemsis has created a form of entertainment involved around watching my life and harasing me and hurting me and watching me and…telling me how to kill myself….
I don’t know….what do i say?  

How could

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How could ????????????