wait guise, all I want to do is get accepted into...
I am living in an asylum
I don’t know where to start. Whatever my relationship was with my family, I had come to terms with it. The constant frustration I had with my mom, I had accepted it. The animosity with my brother, no longer affected me. The oblivion of my sister, I knew she’d grow out of it. No, I didn’t forget to mention my father. I just haven’t accepted it yet. Lovely Mother comes...
I truly am surprised, although with the puny number of people I follow, to see maybe one or two Japanese flags near their icons representing a donation made to Red Cross. Asking your parents for their card to contribute $10 is not hard at all-and I highly doubt they will say no. “To aid the relief and emergency efforts, we’re asking all of our members to contribute to Red Cross...
I will never be content
I've come to the conclusion that books have ruined...
One day, two detentions
morning=drinking a water bottle in the hallway *gasp* afternoon=signing in and *leaving* first floor cafeteria, Ms. Patton is a genuine lovely lady
I'm not drowning fast enough
how I miss tennis
I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and...– Sylvia Plath