Happy Birthday

I’ve written countless drafts about you. A lot of them seem to state the same facts about you, because the one gift I want to give is honesty through my words about you. Writing about you is hard, because I know you know yourself well. What can I show you through a different set of … Continue reading Happy Birthday →

I Am Listening.

I spent the first two years of my life screaming. My body was in pain, my stomach wasn’t equipped to handle the harsh wasteland it found itself in. Honestly, I feel like screaming is an appropriate reaction to existing. When I was done screaming, all I could do was watch the world pass me by, … Continue reading I Am Listening. →

Is this me?

I do not remember how I got here. I stand surrounded by a maze of mirrors. I do not hate the girl I see with an ocean of blonde just a few shades darker than white stitched to her scalp. I feel bad for her. Her features do not belong on her round cherub angel … Continue reading Is this me? →

Enough

If you want to know me, maybe you should first take note of the simple title I’ve laid out. No one should be confused, and I don’t want to leave anyone with out hope after reading my stories. Teachers are great bullshitters, and anything that you can justify adequately in the English and arts classes … Continue reading Enough →

My Shoes

January's blog posts are about favorites. So I guess I'll do my post on my favorite pair of shoes.My favorite pair of shoes are the ones that I currently wear. What pair of shoes that I currently wear are Nike Air Force 1 High '07 . I got them off of their website after hours of … Continue reading My Shoes →

Highlights

I told myself that 2019 would be my year. I guess I can say it was, and I can also say that it wasn't. I'm not going to do the norm and reflect on the year as a whole, but I will note the steps I took to make change in my life that will … Continue reading Highlights →

My 6 Year Old Doodle

I thought I was going to be an artist when I was growing up. I know this because of how supportive my family was when I would make little drawings. I know that they were saying those nice things to raise my confidence, but they don't know what meant for me. I never did a … Continue reading My 6 Year Old Doodle →

The Story of My Polaroid

Here's my sad excuse to why I own a Polaroid. If you are reading this, you won. The reason why I got into photography was because of you.Senior year of high school was one of the most trans-formative years of my life. Transitioning out of a relationship, finding out who truly is and isn't my … Continue reading The Story of My Polaroid →

Half-Empty Notebooks

There are too many notebooks that have been started and not completed. I have a bad habit of starting projects and not finishing them. I can't tell you of all of the commitments that I started and prided myself with and just let them go, leaves in the wind. If it wasn't for Alayna, I … Continue reading Half-Empty Notebooks →

Stuffed Animals from My Exes

I have two stuffed animals that were given to me from my exes. Both of their names start with the letter "C," so I guess that doesn't help to describe them. But I guess I can talk about the experiences that went on when I got them.I got a brown stuffed animal from my middle … Continue reading Stuffed Animals from My Exes →