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
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.
Yesterday morning, I woke up to a text from a friend that read, I want to know how to love. My first concern was whether or not I should have an answer for him, seeing as I write about love so frequently, but in all honesty, what did I know about knowing how to love?… Continue reading Day 22 of 365
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
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.