What a fitting SoCS – concentration. My life revolves around the concept right now, and I’m grateful that I have enough of it to sit down and do this. Me. me me me. I am to be the centre of my focus for the next few months, and I must learn again to be selfish,… Continue reading I haven’t gotten any better at titles
Wow. wow wow wow wow wow. I don’t think I’ve never been at such a loss for words. It sort of feels wrong to be so content when so many awful, awful things are happening in the world. But I firmly believe that once you’ve helped yourself, you can then begin to help others, and that’s… Continue reading the height of introspection
I’ve got news: Your very own overemotional poet and favourite (ha) blogger graduates high school tomorrow!! It seems like a dream. Yes, high school graduation is overrated in the States – congrats, you can read, write, and name the two houses of Congress. But I have dragged myself through the last two years, trying to… Continue reading the end of an era
you’re feeling bad so you manage to type out a post through the haze of nothing that’s consuming you, and you publish it at midnight, when not one goddamn person is going to read it. even though it was a raging block of text with barely any punctuation and a complete disregard for capitalisation, when only three people… Continue reading second-person prose
i think we’re all quite aware that writing is my outlet… and this fact is probably the reason i’m not doing spectacularly well at the moment. i feel that when my blog suffers i do, and vice versa. i don’t just have writer’s block – i have writer’s Great Wall of China, keeping out not only the… Continue reading a terrible analogy for a sleep-bereft day
simultaneously sharing a photo for The Daily Post photography prompt and explaining my prolonged absence… things should let up around October 5th (RIGHT BEFORE I TURN EIGHTEEN!) 🙂 🙂 🙂
it’s 5 a.m. this house is dark except for the flashes of lightning that punctuate the night and the porch light filtering in through the window above the door. alanis morissette is going on about something sad, and i’ve ignored your texts for the fifth night in a row. it gets easier every day, you know.… Continue reading who am i even talking to?