He loved me like someone repeatably stabbing me in the heart and then kissing me like everything would be okay. I’d cry sometimes, and like a junkie I’d come back screaming, “I can fix this.” As an optimist, I sure don’t know when to give up. Love is the strongest narcotic and the only rehab…
Tag: reflection
& Don’t Have a Job But I’m Still Getting Paid for December
(That’s my Christmas tree I decorated–Happy Holidays everyone) Well since I’m getting paid for working the rest of December, I’ve taken the time to focus on writing my stories. I spoke to one of my favorite best selling authors on Facebook and hopefully they’ll publish one of my amazing pieces of fiction. I’ve taken this…
One Family Reunion Down One to Go
So this is my last summer vacation as a college student is coming to an end in two weeks. From the last time I blogged a lot has happened. Well not a lot a lot but enough. For instance, I am still convinced my life is a reality show. My parents finally got divorced….
OMG It's Just Daé 