Sketches From Memory
I mostly ate bagel chips and pizza skins this weekend. How is it that I’m an adult?
The one in a million baby
When do you feel like an adult?
I’ve always considered myself a late bloomer. My first kiss was at 16, where lots of my friends crossed that threshold at 12. 202 more words
6 hours, 15 minutes
Right, once again it’s been much too long since I’ve written something here – mainly because now I have a job I have less time for writing… once I get into more of a routine I’ll try and keep these a bit more regular. 342 more words
6 hours, 32 minutes
It’s been one of those days where I’ve been up since 5:30 in the morning and haven’t been able to even remotely give a shit about my appearance. 518 more words
6 hours, 51 minutes
I was talking to a good friend today and I found out that he lives alone. He’s only 19. The rest of his family live out of the country but he manages. 188 more words
7 hours, 38 minutes
The Roads Not Taken
Inspiration is a funny thing.
Sometimes the smallest things, things that you would normally take for granted or ignore altogether, jump out at you like a cobra stalking its prey. 532 more words
8 hours, 43 minutes
some serious stuff
So I know that a majority of the posts that I write here talk about how I’m in a funk and can’t get myself out but basically would do anything to get myself out because it sucks. 917 more words
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