Here lately I’ve really been thinking about some of the things I’ve done in the past. There are people I wish I never slept with, friends I wish I never made, arguments I wish I never had, and opportunities I wish I would have never missed. 392 more words
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It started with the night we didn’t watch the Oscars. They were on in the background, and we had planned to pay attention, but screaming the lyrics to Pitbull and Ke$ha’s Timber while swing dancing around my living room felt far more important than whatever Ellen DeGeneres had to say. 2,951 more words
It’s funny, you know? You can appear to have it all or if you’re really lucky, you can actually have it all. But sometimes it’s not enough; not for your lack of gratitude or love, but because your brain doesn’t register the actualities of happiness. 1,027 more words
The first time I wrote a story I was about ten.
I typed it out on my father’s prize Apple iMac where I’d also spent countless hours creating complex slide shows of Sailor Moon images that I then forced upon my family in varying degrees of oblivious horror (to equally horrific music expertly timed with the slides). 1,131 more words
I’m not sure when I became so fearful. I grew up jumping out of trees and down increasing numbers of steps without a second thought. I went travelling alone much to my parents disapproval (a girl, alone, the dangers!!!) 214 more words