Sunday, January 11, 2015. Wednesday, January 7, 2015. I remember the time I cut my hair in the bathroom with the kitchen scissors, and how my mom cried, and i was confused because it was just hair. I remember the day i learned how to ride my bike, and how i yelled at my mom for letting go of the bike causing me to fall and scrape my knees and my elbows. I remember a lot of things about my dad. I remember how much i hated sunday dinners. I remember loving my dad.

Coming halfway through first and finding a decent parking spot. Light that warms your insides like the sun warms your face. Watermelon after an intense game of Burgess volleyball. The intimacy of speaking with your mouth shut. A three pointer to put us into overtime for the state game. Next to the fireplace during a winter storm. Unlimited Sticky Fingers on fast Sunday. A blanket right out of the dryer.

Because i need to embrace my crazy. because you wouldnt love me if i wasnt out of my freaking mind. because crazy and socially incorrect is who i am. because if i were any different, i would be so boring. because im just thinking out loud. Wednesday, August 19, 2015. K so imma try to keep my language under control. But i honestly am still so mad at you. I hope it was worth it because now. I cant trust you with crap. Know how i said i would not. Because if i cant even trust you. To be real with me about.

Sunday, May 25, 2014. I am lost in Paris. At first it was a beautiful dream. I have dark stalkers always three steps behind. No one speaks my language. The only things that speak to me are the writings on the walls. The paintings on the walls. To many dark shadows are covering them. You have every reason to be worried, you put me here. I got caught up in the beauty of all of you. Heaven help you when I get out. And trust me I will. I do not like the indie k.

Sunday, May 25, 2014. At the beginning of the semester we were given a checklist. Paris was never a boy to fall in love with. A Home to come home to after all was said and done. A refuge where the outcasts and the liars and the beggars held hands and shared themselves. A dark alley filled with torn coats and kept promises. A street light waiting for the perfect lovers first dance.

Bones, Bruises, And Breathless Moments. This is my blog, my soul. Thursday, July 17, 2014. Friday, July 11, 2014. Quiet cigarettes; due to you. Saturday, May 31, 2014. Remember when we all stood up in 5th grade and pledged to be drug free? Yeah, I rem.

Thursday, November 12, 2015. He is waking up on Christmas morning without a gift,. Without decorations, without stockings stuffed, without cookies fractured. I am a new puppy. I will follow where you walk, big brown eyes fixed. Every time you come home.