“Go upstairs; I have to make a phone call,” my mom told me.
I reluctantly marched upstairs, wondering what could be so secretive that must be kept from me, an intelligent fifth grader. Well, I decided that I wanted to find out, and so I picked up the receiver on another phone and heard the wo...
They say I can write with originality and style
But she writes with more originality and a more romantic, visionary style.
They say I can draw fantastically realistic portraits
But she draws with intensity and impeccability of each stroke of the pencil.
My heart aches for the passion found in ...
I tend to hate a lot of things. Right now, one of those things is myself.
I’m just the oxymoronic living embodiment of constant striving and constant failing, of wishful dreaming and practical living, of too much thinking but not enough understanding. And my biggest challenge is reconciling all...
It's not that I'm alone.
And it's not that I'm depressed.
It's just, just that feeling. That feeling of emptiness, of longing; I just want something more.
I know that it's out there. I've been told so many times.
It's waiting for me, waiting for me to unde...
Have you ever been in that moment, the moment of utter despair and complete loneliness? Well of course you have. But did you ever feel that way not because of something that happened to you, but something that happened to someone else?
This is not a tear-jerking story of the death of a loved one. N...