He was my supplement of the sun when my sun no longer shined. My overview of the world when my eyes became blind. He was my inner sweetest, most deepest desires. But also the match that sparked my internal fires. I did not realize I was flammable Until I suffered third degree burns God, when… Continue reading in this world.
I hate the taste of butter because it burns my throat but I can't eat popcorn without it. I figured I'd just stop eating it as a whole but as soon as I sit in a movie theater, the popcorn aroma is so daunting, I can't help but purchase a bucketful. Two days ago, I… Continue reading Day 9 of 365
I’m tired of being quiet, mainly because it seems as if I have a lot to say. And don't get me wrong, blogging is great, but it's not necessarily interactive. Well, today I'm irritated. It's four days into 2018 and one of my best friends isn't talking to me. And before it sounds like I'm… Continue reading Day 4 of 365
Today I had the pleasure of having breakfast with one of my best and closest friends, Passion. For the past couple of years, our local Denny’s has become quite the hotspot for breakfast gatherings. It became so popular that we actually call ourselves The Breakfast Club. Fun fact, the first time I actually saw the… Continue reading Day 2 of 365
I've realized that the hype of midnight on New Year's day is higher than the hype of 10am that same morning. As if by that time, reality kicks in and everyone goes back to their same old daily routine(s). Even myself. However, today I went out and bought my planner for the year as well… Continue reading Day 1 of 365
When I looked into your eyes just now, I felt utterly vulnerable. I couldn't remember the last time we had a one-on-one conversation or the last time we were in sync or even the last time you looked at me with the sole purpose of knowing all of me. I couldn't remember. No, I can't… Continue reading the things i really wanted to say, but didn’t.
If the floor hadn’t creaked, I could’ve made it out without a sound, but they heard me and now there’s no way to deny it. Crissy’s parents were getting a divorce. Crissy was an old friend of mine from high school and in hindsight, if I had just told her the truth rather than trying… Continue reading don’t squeak, floor creak