I can’t say much about myself in a box. People are best experienced when seen; one can see me in my writing. And if the picture isn’t clear that’s ok because I’m a little fuzzy around the edges in living color too. Most importantly I have learned since joining this site that I want to be a writer until the day I die.

  • Age: 26
  • Joined: September 2010

Journal

The Library

On rainy days like this sitting in a stuffy old library, full of books that are older than my parents, I feel like this should be a different year. A year that starts with a 19 instead of a 20. And on these anachronic days of pseudo-nostalgia I feel like a woman. A fully feminine woman. Not one who is competing for her place in a man’s world, not one who’s worried if she is being judg…
Posted almost 6 years – 3 comments

XP

(Meh•blah)^sick=bad mood
Posted about 6 years – 1 comments

The Blues

My mom told me that writing was like giving birth to a child. I’m scared that I might be high risk for postpartum depression because I seriously have the blues after I write.
Posted over 6 years – 1 comments

Solitude

I feel like an orangutan livingin a colony of meerkats
Posted over 6 years – 3 comments
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