Some people aren’t made to be content. I know I’m not. I’m okay with the feeling for all of three minutes, and then I search for some great struggle. I think that’s why I keep myself behind in schoolwork or why I get into so many arguments. I can be fine for a couple of hours. But then I need a cause. I have the heart of a revolutionary, I think. But I really see nothing...
Life. Living. The works.
I’m at a loss for words, to be honest. I wouldn’t even know where to begin. I’m in love. It happens, strangely enough.
The price of youth.
I’m really stressing about Rob meeting my mother’s parents and the subsequent family. I’m not worried at all about my dad’s side of things. I’ve always been the black sheep and they’ve always adored me for it. But Grandma Martha is vocally judgmental and openly disapproving. Funny how that goes, since she’s the one that goes to church services three days a...
I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand & the...– Brian Andreas