There once was a girl. She was young, and she was shy. She was afraid of everyone and everything. She thought through any possible situation before anything could happen and knew of the possibilities. Yes, she had been hurt by a few people. But she was a young girl, and other than the absence of… Continue reading Have you ever wondered what that thing called depression is?
In the car I was blindfolded. Someone took the blindfold off. I know that although I can’t exactly remember it. We’re walking up to a house. I’m with both of the girls from my house and the boy. This is my old neighborhood. I recognize it. We’re headed up to the ranch house at the… Continue reading Dreams: A Family. Part Two
Yeah, selfies are a huge current trend. I guess you could call it a trend. I think they used to be a trend, and now it’s just a type of picture. And a normal type of picture at that. I don’t know what they mean to other people. But I do know that when selfies… Continue reading Selfies
We moved. I like this house. It really is pretty, and it really is nice. It’s much nicer than our old house and much bigger. I do feel at home here. Our old house, I lived there for 17 years. That’s pretty much my whole life. You know, what I can remember of it anyway. … Continue reading The Windows
“Sammy, God, just please stop.” I’m talking to my little brother. We actually get along really well, but he’s still an annoying little brother. “Please, Sammy, you’re getting water all over the walls.” He responds by reminding me that the Jacksons did let him play with that toy in the first place. They are our… Continue reading Dreams: A Family. Part One
This guy is back. How do I remember him? This house. This house is beautiful. Wait, my dress. Oh my goodness this is beautiful. I guess I think it’s beautiful because I know it’s expensive, and I have a taste for old clothes. Vintage anything is more beautiful than anything that’s modern. Is everything here… Continue reading Dreams: Am I a Princess?
I’ve always been sensitive and fragile. I never wanted to be this way, but I’ve always been like this. There’s no way for me to escape it. As a kid, I was really shy. I remember the first time I ever spoke in front of one of my classes. This was my reading class in… Continue reading The Prettiest Flower