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Isn’t it weird that the last post I had up was about me committing to writing more and then I went AWOL? The funny story is I’ve been intending to write some more but I’ve been shy about it. And
I’ve been procrastinating on writing. The idea that I could be over sharing or pouring out parts of me that seem too vulnerable and feel like I’m setting myself up for pain keeps haunting me. I constantly feel the need
I used to want you so bad, now I want so much more than you that I’m not sure I even want you anymore. Even if I did want you, I’m sure I wouldn’t want what you were, not as
I wrote this post on the 15th of November 2017. I did not publish it. Publishing it felt like I was admitting to failure and much as I’d like to think I
This feeling makes me feel bold Makes me feel special, like two teaspoons of gold Makes me feel wanted, like a jewel a-hold Makes me feel yearned for, in its slavery I’d gladly be sold This feeling makes me want
We all have experienced different things in our lives. These experiences, good or bad shape our reactions, behaviours and interactions with those around us. My reaction to this yellow ribbon story is just one of those experiences. Sweets (my mummy)
I miss meals cooked in earthen pots over a three stone fire!! Hello, I know, it has been a while. And no, I do not have a legitimate excuse and I am sorry. I… I miss meals cooked in earthen pots over