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Dancing Queen to Dairy Queen: A Tale of Sweet Salvation As most little girls, I craved adoration. I have both vague, and vivid memories of experiencing joy at a young age. Many of these memories can be attributed to awesome feats in magic-making, by my mom and dad. There are a few, however, that center …
Original Facebook Post – August 28, 2015 6:30AM Yesterday I was addressed as “Sir”, multiple times, by a team member that is usually in the same work center as the woman who implied that I am Transgendered a few weeks ago. I think this has now become an actual thing. I know that some of …
Blank canvas. Clean slate. Vast abyss at my fingertips. I would like nothing more than to fill you with my love. To burden you with my pain. Seek out your wisdom in a world of fools. But there is much to lose. And things far too precious to gain. The war within is raging. So …
For You I Will If I could ease your mind, And take away your fear I’d fly a rocket into space To make it disappear If I could bottle all your pain, I’d cork it nice and tight And cast it out into the ocean On a dark, and stormy night But I am …
Signing up to volunteer at a park clean-up sounded less and less appealing as the day drew nearer, and the weather grew drearier. I awoke this morning to brisk, damp winds thrusting through my window, and my depression-laden being sank deeper into the warm comfort of my bed. My sadness begged me to stay buried, …
Original Facebook Post – November 04, 2013 Though rarely ever expressed, I am thankful for my childhood tormentors. While I’m sure there is a plethora of psychological disorders I disregard, that can be attributed to their abuse, I have no doubt that my tolerance and resolve can be traced to the same origin. There was …
Original Facebook post – October 3, 2013 Yesterday marked 9 years since I first paired a red shirt with khaki pants. I was 22, and had been living in Southern California for a year. That first year had left me in quite a depression. I was lost, sad, and longing for my heart to …
Original Facebook Post – September 24, 2013 My final assignment for my Social Psychology class required me to complete and document a Day of Compassion…where we had to live more compassionately for a 24 hour period. We had to do it covertly, so we could get genuine reactions from the people we encountered. Initially I …
As I take my first steps out of the Port Authority in New York City, I am instantaneously reminded of what it’s like to be alive. The air is charged with an electricity that evokes the wonderment of childhood, and the excitement of adventure. Every twitch of the eye is met with, not just …
Through The Veil Virtually insane Severely out of line Optical illusions Twists and turns of time In fear of love And in love with fear Glimmers of the past Premonitions of what’s near Hanging on your whispers Brandishing your lies Immersed in all that is Each time I close my eyes