Dazed and Confused
I don’t know what to write about.
Read Morethe chronicles and imagination of Amanda hazard
I don’t know what to write about.
Read MoreI called it from the beginning; I just knew that this was going to be a good year for me.
Read MoreI wish I was a real artist; I suck at putting things in a way that stirs heavy emotions in people. I’ve tried time and time again, but what comes out of me is complete gumbo.
Read MoreIt’s Saturday night, and I’m writing from my mom’s kitchen while Caitlyn and Heinrich watch Rent in the living room. I’m watching them while Mom and Chris are at a freestyle concert with some friends of theirs. I’m typing this out with pretty blue nails, I’ve got a healing ear from a very recent piercing, and I’m still starstruck from having seen Lorde last night.
Read MoreHello friends! Long time, no talk, considering I’m supposed to be writing every day. I am really sorry about that, by the way…but hey, at least my friends on Facebook were getting a little break from me. I promise I will eventually get back into the swing of things. You just have to give me time.
Read MoreYesterday may not have not ended up being so special, but today was.
Today I passed my road test.
Read MoreI love New York; I love being a New Yorker, a Long Islander, a south shore girl. No matter how much others complain about how expensive or cold it gets here, nobody will ever be able to convince me to think of my home state as anything but my favorite place to be.
Read MoreHey guys! So I’ve come into this year with a new(ish) outlook. My resolution was to be more positive, and everyone knows that things are easier said than done. That’s why resolutions are a thing, right?
Read MoreI started writing at a really young age. I remember my teachers from elementary school submitting my assignments for contests that were held throughout the school year, and finding my work on the walls, in different halls. I always had a vivid imagination, consumed with the ideas of magic and grandeur, life always moving on and throwing you around. I started out as a little girl with a lot of things to think about and say, and paper just seemed to be the perfect place to do that.
Read MoreHave those who played it safe learn to from being rejected? Or do they do so that they never have to know what’s it’s like to feel rejected in the first place?
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