If I had more alone time, I’d have more time to create more terrible doodles, to write more stories, more poetry, such as this short story; the story of how I’m unable to tell more stories.
So, you see, solitude isn’t all that bad — and learning how to prioritize doesn’t hurt either.
Wounded heart for sale. It’s stopped believing, but it’s still huge and caring. May fall in love easily, but at times is incapable of loving. It is wounded and it aches, but still beating. Fragile: please treat with care.
Puede que las caras que presento no sean siempre de agrado ni mucho menos adecuadas para el mejor momento. A todos brindo mi única cara, pero a los ingratos voy y muestro la que no tiene sentimientos Y así dejarles saber que no es ira lo que siento mas bien, indiferencia; Lo siento si me…
One morning, I blinked and reality wasn’t any longer. “Fourteen days,” I was told. An early Spring break…I couldn’t be mad about that. But just a little over the due Spring break and we’d all be back. Would it be like going back to normal? I was sure of that. Looking at a room full…
What do you do when you’re sad, happy, or angry? How do you let other people know what you’re feeling, should they need to know? Notice any patterns of behavior in the way you express your emotions? That’s your way of self-expression and it’s part of your personality. Don’t you usually feel better after you…
Lately, I find myself overly appreciating everything. Anything may turn into a lovely piece of art, and that’s not necessarily a bad thing. I’ve learned to look at the positives in the not-so-positive moments, turning them into poetry or a symphony. I’ve learned to appreciate the smallest things. The other day, as I was doing…
