On September 7th, under the blood moon, I marked two years since I packed my car with what I could and left Texas behind for Washington. Today, September 9th, is my second year living here. It feels longer — maybe because so much has shifted under me. Everything I thought I knew, everything I thought … Continue reading Floating Head
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Changes and Gratitude
I feel behind all the time. In my finances. In my personal development. In my life as a 30 year old. I feel like I smell all the time, even if I shower twice a day. I know I don’t but that’s how my life feels. My life feels like it has an unpleasant odor. … Continue reading Changes and Gratitude
Everyone is someone’s someone.
After my recovery meeting I started to make my way to the bus stop. It was an airy night. The sounds of the small town were noticeable but now alarming. I had my earphone in listening to TTPD by Taylor Swift on shuffle while a group of late teenagers, young adults, were stood not too … Continue reading Everyone is someone’s someone.
What the fuck.
I'm getting tired. Tired of myself. Tired of the cycles that keep repeating and the lessons I fail to learn. People tell me to go easy on myself but I simply can't let myself get away with all the things I've done. It doesn't make any sense to me. The people I wish I could … Continue reading What the fuck.
Confessions of a Compulsive Liar. 