Dazed and Confused
I don’t know what to write about.
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Glass Houses
People who live in glass houses should out walk around naked. What’s the fun in baring all when everyone’s watching? Do you not care about the consequences of your actions? What about mystery; do you not want people to have to guess what’s underneath it all?
Read MoreJust A Dreamer
I 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 MoreOh My Lorde
You know, the majority of the concerts that I’ve attended in my lifetime have been for artists that came out during my parents’ time during their younger years. I’ve seen Journey a handful of times (kind of, even though I barely consider the group Journey because Steve Perry hasn’t been in the band for almost as long as I’ve been living), Heart, Stevie B, TKA, Pat Benatar, REO Speedwagon, Foreigner…and the list goes on.
Read MoreI’m A Writer, Part Two
I 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 MoreUncomfortably Me
Hey guys! Okay, so I know that I have basically went MIA, and I apologize for that. I am increasingly growing behind on my 365-day personal writing challenge; I will be resuming that either tonight or tomorrow, depending on how this goes, and my state of being. I am really tired. (I know that’s a bad excuse, but oh well.)
Read MoreThankful For You
One thing that you really need to understand about me is how protective I am when it comes to family—specifically my immediate family. The way I see it is that I can shit on them whenever I want to, because it’s my relationship with them, and I’ve seen just about every side of each and every one of them, to the point where I know them probably a little better than they know themselves.
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