It may not mean much to you but I just heard the first Mourning Dove of the year.  Spring is definitely almost here.  And in case you're wondering, yes, the Mourning Dove is probably (almost) my favorite bird.  Other people hear a sad soliloquy of notes; I hear memories of sun-blinded youth ( Read more... )

RiD has taken over my life and I am unashamedly happy and living off of synthetic beats and sexually aggressive lyrics. GIVE ME MORE ( Read more... )

I'm tired of trying, of selling myself, of jumping through invisible hoops of every shape and color. I'm tired of questioning and wondering and thinking I am so worthless.

This is the story of a girl who can't get anything straight. Who is flailing, with no bottom in sight.

Today was officially my last day of college and I feel a load lighter despite knowing the next few months are going to be really difficult. I'm tempted to return to the racist school counselor and shove my diploma in his face. His absurd and unjustified anger gave me enough energy (albeit also angry) to tough out this past semester with Math and ( Read more... )