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Straining

Have you ever just felt... Stretched thin? Spread out? The world gets demanding. And you only have two hands. You're straining, straining to hold it together. For how much longer? How much more can you try to juggle? Before you... Continue Reading →

Atlanta Adventures – Day 1

Atlanta adventures

Sitting in the Airport- Journey to Atlanta

I did it! I made it through with minimal anxiety attacks. Somehow, I managed to luck out of driving myself. My wonderful partner was able to take the morning off to get me to the airport! Unfortunately, my partner was... Continue Reading →

Home

Never did I understand why some people had this strong desire to decorate their house and make it a home. But, I now comprehend what was once nonsense to me. Home is comfort. A place to be free. A place... Continue Reading →

Get up, Chandra

Get up. Get up. Get up. You can do this. Come on. Get up. Come on. Please? Stop sleeping so much.  Come on. Let's do something. Get up. You can do this. Brush your hair. You have lovely long hair.... Continue Reading →

Preparing for Thanksgiving, a ramble

Now, I am not one to celebrate Thanksgiving in the traditional manner. First off, I spend it with my partner. Second off, my partner does not celebrate American holidays, but he appreciates them and tries. So, as you can imagine,... Continue Reading →

The way the sun hits your face, Makes my heart jump up a pace. That little smile you give me, Becomes all that I can even see.

A Journey to Self Love

I have never been the prettiest. I was never popular. Never the skinniest. I was not the one you would pay attention to. I had no pride. Nothing. I was the socially awkward, mean, and fairly weird girl. I was... Continue Reading →

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