All I knew was that I was scared to leave my back toward you at your old apartment. This was out of the ordinary. The last thing you’d ever do is hurt me.
Decluttering your life starts at home. It starts with analyzing why each item is here and asking: Why does it still belong?
Having an artistic major isn’t setting yourself up for failure. Trust me, not every soul is meant to be captured in an office for nine hours a day.
Sometimes you get lost in playing the victim.
Getting divorced at 21-years old isn’t something a lot of people can relate to. But what they can relate to is being heartbroken. Because that’s what I was: broken.
Writing allowed me to transcend that level, to be somebody else, like a film director who gets to direct how the story will flow; that was my job: to tell the stories I wanted to tell.
I just want to know when someone will notice.
I skipped Easter for the second year in a row today. It just doesn’t seem like a day worth celebrating.
Don’t ever hate someone else convince you to hate yourself. Always be your own reflection.
It wasn’t until my feet were drenched in the Pacific Ocean that I understood how much I loved to travel.