We fight all the time, I thought. Just another stupid fight we’ll pretend didn’t happen later... My gut told me I was wrong, but I’ve always hated being wrong, so I kept going, kept spitting the vitriol I knew fueled these moments.Why do I do this? I asked myself. Why do I keep adding fuel … Continue reading Writing prompt: Being Afraid
Long ago, I spent hours upon hours a week writing. Not just random blogs rambling on about the horror I thought my life was at age 16, or how cute the new boy I was dating was (plot twist, he was a jerk), but poems and stories and lyrics that I poured my heart into. … Continue reading Getting to know myself better.
Looking back on things you wrote years ago is a funny thing. Some of the pieces you find create instant nostalgic vibes, some of them make you laugh at yourself, and some of them are just straight cringe and you immediately want to burn them/delete them from existence. (For some of my current or past … Continue reading 22 and Clueless