You know, sometimes I played pranks on my siblings. Sometimes I jumped out and scared them and laughed when they cried. But never have I ever been cruel in my prankster scaring ways. Not so for my brother the next step down. He is the cruel prankster type. Lovely INTJ-A mind. I am an INTJ-T... Continue Reading →
Good afternoon, scalawags. Yeah, today is that day. And, yeah, I'm gonna dedicate this week's blog post to good ole romance. I will admit, I'm a melancholy, so yes, it just comes natural. Romance is my brain's art and it is terribly cruel to me. (Am I never to get a moment's peace??) Anyway, the... Continue Reading →
Hello there, sailors. It's really funny that I'm writing about boredom because the past days have been HECKING boring. (But I did plan this like this because I knew I would be bored. February is my cabin fever month.) I sat around listening to Dolly Parton, saying stupid stuff on Twitter, and pinning nonstop on... Continue Reading →
(Depression for me was about feeling like there was no point to anything. Depression can stem from many different things, but this is my experience and I hope that someone can benefit from it.) You sit and stare blankly at the world around you. Not focusing on anything, your sight goes blurry. You can't cry... Continue Reading →
It's that time of year when we all start to get lazy with our resolutions. Three weeks into the new year seems to be about when I say, "eh, I've done good so far." and then in February I get upset with myself for not keeping up.
I've got a LOT of goals for this year because last year I actually did hard work and now know my true potential (go me). I guess I have nothing better to do than to get to it, eh?
I empty dream catchers. There’s something satisfying about saving others from the monsters in their heads. Those beasts end up eating at their hearts and leaving the person miserable. That’s why I love to do it. It helps other people. I make my way into their bedrooms and brush all of the bad dreams into... Continue Reading →
Your heart is beating, your throat is tight, your stomach is a knot, you can't breath, and your head is racing. There's a darkness you can feel all around. It's not visible darkness. No, the absence of light. The feeling that you're about to be consumed by a cold, emptiness. The next thing to hell:... Continue Reading →
I wrote this story a few weeks ago on a small device with my fat thumbs. It's really just a bunch of quirky metaphors describing issues that writers face - or at least issues that this writer faces. Hopefully it is interesting, entertaining, and makes you chuckle inside your head. (Or outside?) Oh, yeah. I... Continue Reading →
I have always felt trapped. When I was little, I would stand at the door, always desperate to get outside. I was always hoping that it was warm enough to go out. Eventually, I outgrew my backyard, as big as it is, and my playthings that kept me distracted from my need to explore grew... Continue Reading →