I try to remain a positive person.
I try not to use the popular phrase fuck my life.
I mean, the people I hear using it are usually just having a bad day, and are quick to bitch and moan. 449 more words
3 days, 16 hours
I’ve been absent awhile- besides the silent reading of new blog posts by my favorite bloggers. I just haven’t felt like writing. No, that’s not true. 576 more words
2 weeks, 3 days
When was the last time you wrote something substantive — a letter, a story, a journal entry, etc. — by hand? Could you ever imagine returning to a pre-keyboard era?
1 month, 1 week
I try to push all thoughts of John Doe from my mind. I wish I could burn his memory as quickly I could the pages his name enters the pages of my personal journals. 497 more words
1 month, 2 weeks
I might be 23. I might even know what I want to do career wise. I might even have the “I know who the fuck I am and where the fuck I’m going” face. 523 more words
1 month, 3 weeks
On Monday I’ll be 13 weeks, into the second trimester. I’m pretty excited for that. Also, by 14 weeks my mom’s morning sickness usually dissipated- same with my sisters’. 259 more words