There are certain things I keep playing over and over in my head and I can’t decide whether it makes me a terrible human or a masochist. Maybe both. Some of it is my mess, some of it is other people’s mess… actually, the reality is that it’s just one big, giant mess. And the more I sit here and think about it, the more I realize that I don’t actually have a problem with the mess itself. My problem is that I can’t control it. I can’t fix it. Continue reading → To fix or not to fix?
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As my life fell apart piece by piece over the last few weeks, I felt “me” slowly slipping into oblivion. I started losing who I was and not just losing, but completely forgetting who I was altogether as if she never existed. I found myself doing and thinking things that the real me never would have. For the sake of me and my family, I needed to remember her. I needed to find her… Continue reading → Fighting From Darkness
I have had, hands-down, the worst two weeks of my life. Continue reading → Trains. Balls. Kicks.
Scratch that. They stole my entire wheel. Continue reading → Someone Stole My Tire…
Life is short; I wanna live it well
One life, one story to tell