January 2012
26 posts
December 2011
34 posts
I wish I didn’t harbor such resentment towards everyone who’s abandoned me. I remember it used to be my biggest fear. Maybe, it still is. But I’ve always felt stranded by the people who were supposed to protect me. In foster homes. With other people. Or even in my own house. And I’m sure it stems from my mother choosing not to be in my life or something like that. But...
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I’ve always took great pride in being that blogger who ‘keeps it real’. I enjoyed being the one who allowed myself to be vulnerable enough to admit my flaws and hardships in a community where everyone was pretending to have none, to the world… but most importantly, to myself. I don’t think people do that anymore. Self analyze the things they do, the things they pursue...
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