I breathe through my journals. I write to feed my soul. But I had to stop.
But what's sad about being okay is that you're neither too happy to jump around and tell everybody about it nor too sad to call someone out of nowhere and cry your heart out. It's neither black nor white. It's just grey. And being in that middle ground can be numbing in itself.
Here's the catch: Writers write but writing isn't just for writers. You don't always have to make sense. You don't always have to be good at it right away either. Just write if you want to.
Home is where the heart is, indeed. It’s more than just the house and your address... Home is a feeling.
Daily Prompt: Fearless Fantasies How would your life be different if you were incapable of feeling fear? Would your life be better or worse than it is now? For someone like me, someone who fears a lot of things, life would be better without fear. I mean, who wouldn't want to live a life without … Continue reading Fear
But beautiful words aren't always so beautiful...because after everything that has been said people still change and time will pass by.
One of my greatest fears is to regret something big - whether by doing it or by not doing it. And I'm sure I'm not the only one. There's always that fear of the unknown. I'm only 18 years old and I can't name everything I wished I could have done differently, not because I … Continue reading On Regrets
Now, life's just like a long road trip.
It's really not about the label. It's just "YOU"
Fairytales! We all know the stories - the princesses, the princes, the true love's kiss and the happily-ever-afters. We all had that dream once as little girls, or maybe even as boys. When I was a little girl, my Mom would sometimes read us (me and my sisters) bedtime stories. Most of which were fairytales. … Continue reading I Believe in Happy Endings