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…

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….