I don't like forgetting people. I have this belief, this life philosophy that the love you give people isn't wasted. Ever. I don't care what you did to me and it doesn't really matter if we never talk again. Every moment I invest into a human being never will bring me regret. You were the … Continue reading remembering to forget
White Noise
Silence is a thing I am afraid of. In my middle school years, I was obsessed with the idea of music. For a period of time, I didn't know that the internet existed and completely dropped any communication or interaction with it. Relearning YouTube was a powerful component in my life, especially in the music … Continue reading White Noise
stuck.
I think I'm sinking. I've lost so many things in my search to be king how could these things so gradual just slap me in the face? My dreams got me hooked on this chase, and I am not allowed to just stop. I feel the movement daily, I know I'm going somewhere, I just … Continue reading stuck.
Evening
I think my least favorite part of the day is the evening.The sunset is gone, bringing in the darkness. Cold, mysterious, and cynical. Those are probably the three words best used for evening. This is when the night should be "young," and should just be starting. But the way I see it, the evening is … Continue reading Evening
the walking dead.
The world's first zombies: and no, im not talking about the sea of teens staring down at their phones as they cross the street. I actually think that's when our eyes are open the widest. I think I'm apart of the walking dead. And so is the kid sitting beside me in mathematics consistently wearing … Continue reading the walking dead.
200
"Why 200?" she says confused, cocking her head to the side. I don't understand why she does this. She knows me all to well, and the fact that she has her head to the side isn't going to help her understand this concept. It's going to hurt her neck."200 is 2 times 2 times times … Continue reading 200
NO NAME.
Faceless. Nameless. Even someone like that would at least cause a turn of the head. We've all got fears, and one of those is a fairly common demon, sitting in the back of our minds, feeding on us and hiding in the dark corners of the mazes inside our heads. We assigned the name "oblivion" … Continue reading NO NAME.
Bad Habits
Wake up at 8 am. Play Minecraft for 1 hour. Start homework at 9 am. Take break at 12 pm. Restart homework at 1 pm. Continue doing homework until 4 pm. Take another hour break at 5 pm. Finish up at 6 pm, and enjoy the rest of the night. How hard can that be? … Continue reading Bad Habits
THE LAST STRAW.
“I don’t want to do this anymore.” I wasn’t even given the chance to respond. I can’t even say I remembered every word she said. I had no desire to respond. Honestly, she’s a pain in my ass. It was just another fight, it was nothing special. Nothing was made or broken that day. … Continue reading THE LAST STRAW.
Tissue Box
Despite what it may seem, it was extraordinarily hot outside. July is a very unforgiving month in my town, and it's hotter than what people think about. Summer's optimism is strong, I'll give it that, but not persuasive enough to coax children and teens outside. Our small, quaint city looked like a ghost town due … Continue reading Tissue Box
Feeling Drives Work 