The greatest part (sometimes the worst part too) about being an empath is that even when stuff is going “weirdly” not “perfect”, things are still so beautiful. Even when my heart breaks or is a little bruised by something, I remember this: for my heart to get a scar or hurt a little means that…
Tag: growing up
Love letter to men
I’m in the mood to rant and I’ve got some time before church so imma go in for a second. Men, listen, you are not the keeper of my thoughts. You don’t know what my past is, you don’t know my life. If you make assumptions you not only prove yourself to be an ass,…
I didn’t sign up for this…
Sometimes I think Man, I did NOT sign up for this. I did not pen my name On this crazy ass contract. For the 4am wake ups. For the monthly bouts of pain. For the hurling of painful events In q u i c k succession. I did NOT sign up for this. I didn’t…
Up Up Up
The best part about finding my old iPod was seeing all the different phases of music I went through before settling on my current one. Regina Spektor dominated (as she still does, to be honest), rock music played a much larger role in my life than I ever thought (I think it was all a…
Just for now
What a semester this has been. Luckily it almost over. Two more weeks and I can go home. I have not kept up writing here but my journal has gotten a lot of new material. Putting my thoughts and emotions on paper (physical or virtual) makes it more real. My heart however, needs to vent….
Serenity Searching 