28 JUNE 2018 8:30 pm; Thursday. Brooke. I think I love someone. But it might be infatuation So right now I'll just stay quiet For I don't want to scare him. But I think I might just love him. A little more than the last, And maybe more than I've ever, But right now I'll… Continue reading Journal Entry #34
And grades are in! It's official, I completed my first year of college with straight A's. WOW. STRAIGHT A's! If you had told me in high school that in college I'd make it onto the Dean's list, I would have...TOTALLY BELIEVED YOU. For all four years of high school, I kept telling my family I… Continue reading Day 163 of 365
Love is just a word that lingers in silence. It doesn't need to be said, It doesn't need to be heard, I can see it in your smile. So look at me. Let the warmth of my breath coat your skin Let me hypnotize your thoughts into thinking Sound is not necessary. In fact, I… Continue reading Love is just a word.
"And the batter hits March RIGHT OUT of the ball park!" Greetings everyone! Looks like we're getting close to hitting our first 100 day mark of the year. How are those resolutions looking? Here's my revised recap: Stay B+ average (So far so good) Start a youtube (Done! Feel free to check out my first… Continue reading Day 97 of 365
To the boy who loves me next, I'm quiet, but when I'm not quiet, I'm loud. I play the piano four hours a day, so please don't get annoyed, it's the only thing I've ever really felt good at. I wake up early most days because the morning air is the most peaceful to me… Continue reading to the boy who loves me next.
Life update: I am undeniably happy. Yup, that's right, I'm changing my major AGAIN. I don't know why I couldn't just accept my passion in the first place rather than run away from it. I love music. I love art. I love acting. Oh but if I major in math, people will think I'm smart… Continue reading Day 81 of 365
Outside my window lies a tree with ample stems And each stem reminds me of an abandoned beginning As if they sprouted without a purpose And wallowed away while another one grew And only a few bloom Which makes me think about my own family tree About which stem blooms next Hoping it's the stem… Continue reading The stem that blooms.