On Being A Brunette College Girl 30 Years After Ted Bundy’s Death
I have to realize deep in my heart that no one was responsible for Ted Bundy’s actions besides Ted Bundy. If we continue to allow it, we will never truly break free from his grip.
Do You Know What Alone Feels Like?
That night changed me.
Forcing Myself To Forget You
Sometimes when I think about you, you were once so close.
Maybe They Didn’t Love You, But They Didn’t Deserve You
If I’ve learned anything, it’s that you pick yourself up, dust off the blood from your wounds, and show them how you cannot be defeated.
All The Things I’ve Left At The Bottom Of A Bottle
Who knew that I’d leave my desire to live in a bottle of Jack?
When A Loved On Is An Addict
Making mistakes and bad choices IS the human condition.
The Unedited Meaning Of Moving On
Moving on means you’ll still have gloomy days in your mind and deep down in your heart.
With You, I’m Always Warring Against Myself
I remember you entering into my life during the year I struggled the most, due to ignoring my inner voice and blindly following a path that was straight for most but crooked for me.
I Hate (Possibly) Being Bipolar It’s Awesome
This duality builds me and breaks me. Or, so I thought. I have been a mental health freak who has failed…
10 Things I Still Miss About You
I miss your drive and passion you put towards everything in your life, from investments to research and even the littlest things. It was infectious, and I admired you for it.