I was never one to take my time on things. I figured that if I tried my best in the time that I had, then that would always be enough. Well, until I realized it wasn't nor would it ever. In high school, I got decent grades, got involved in sports, volunteered, joined clubs; did… Continue reading Day 68 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
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
You were all I ever needed, You were all I thought was good, Until good became a question, But letting you go, I never could. So I tried to make it better, But better wasn't enough, Your depression overwhelmed me, And soon it hurt to bluff. I can't handle it I told you, I could… Continue reading sometimes battles don’t make us stronger.
The other day, I hit a car, or the car hit me, I still haven't decided yet. Thankfully, I'm still alive and breathing and my BMW runs fine, but at what cost? In repairs, I'll probably have to spend around five hundred dollars to fix my old reliable, but depending on whose fault it was,… Continue reading curiosity killed the cat; by accident.
The beast is real. And it manipulates the way we feel. Instead of looking for the good in people, we look for the bad and find ourselves loving them anyway. Because we're under the impression that if you don't have a story, you're not a victim to pain. As if those who get wet when it… Continue reading leave me before i get too close.