After a year

The nights were so good. Maybe it was because it was my first time; maybe it was the satisfaction of a long wish granted. Memories that used to cut like broken glass now cover like a warm blanket. Things I’d all but forgotten, or chosen not to remember, keep presenting themselves like surprises in an advent calendar. They no longer hurt ( Read more... )

     If I could move tomorrow, I probably would. I can't explain what it is that makes me feel like running. I am happy here at home, and I know I've got a great world at school, but I still feel like I'm chasing happiness. Why did I decide to move 900 miles away to go to school in the first place? It was the same feeling of anxiousness. I know ( Read more... )

Freedom is a beautiful thing ( Read more... )