It's incredible how much life can change in so short a time. Of course, there are those second changes when a car accident or other such tragedy takes the life of someone you love in a mere moment. Those are probably the scariest and most sudden of changes. Read More »
moving
4.25 - et
11 Jully 2007, moving
My head is pounding louder than the noise that molds me.
Give me a St. John’s aspirin because I can't take these hosts pacing back and forth or some other iteration after another.
These days on migraine, discomfort ability.
I hear loud introductions.
Hollering with drums.
Expecting this will relieve me from these walls taking me to crazy. Read More »
Moving On and Letting Go
Tomorrow my family locks up and says goodbye our house we lived in for seventeen years. For months I was in denial of moving. Moving couldn't possibly change how I felt about my family's situation. I wanted so long for my family to be strong and try to keep our house, but now I realize it was all for the best. Read More »
Lock Yourself Inside The House
Recently my family moved from one of the safest cities in our our area. It was a small town mostly white town; people were friendly and everyone knew each other. Then we moved away into a small, not-so-nice town. There are parts of it that seem a little sketchy and I wouldn't dare to walk through it by myself. With the exception of that part of the neighborhood, the town itself is pretty. Read More »
Moving On Is Hard To Do
I'm not one of those people that relates to change easily. I rarely play things by ear; I need a structured shedule and a plan laid out before I do anything. Read More »
The Year Of Change....
So now that I'm thinking of all the different years in High School.
I guess I'll make a blog for each.
So here's number 2.
The Year of Change.....
Again that year started of good.
I was like "ok, no more death and it's a new start"
Little did I know It would be a new start.
At the start of summer we found out we'd be going into the army full time again
:( Read More »

The Older We Get...Great Song BTW
The older I get, the harder it is for me to make friends. Sure, I have friends but I'm not as close to any of them as I was to friend I had, say, three years ago. As I grow, I find myself drawing into myself more and more and becoming less and less open with the people around me. Read More »



