Yellow hoodie, wet from the rain, don’t fade away from such a small stain. Instead, say thank you.
Dear 11 year old me, I see your world crumbling. I know the walls around you are shaking, the floors breaking. I can hear the sound of the air vibrate so violently, and the strength in your legs weakening. I can see each tear be born, mature, and die. Your eyes tell it all. The … Continue reading A Love Letter
It doesn’t take a lot for me to be set off nowadays. And yes, I am ware that no one makes me mad, I choose to be mad at them. Or whatever that old coincident saying goes. But the point of it is that I burn bridges and am not the best at fixing the … Continue reading Bridges Burned
My ex-coworker Jacob said it best. I communicate better if I were to write it out. And he's right.I always enjoyed writing, whether or not I was aware of it. I think it began in middle school to be quite honest. I remember having Mr. Peterson's 7th grade English class, and he forced us to … Continue reading Intro II
If you asked me what makes me move, it's because of what lies behind the horizon. Too many times I have put myself into a corner, whether it be in the academic space with deadlines piled on top of me, or dealing with friends and family. And, the most common one, confronting demons who have … Continue reading Striving to be the Best