I came home this week for spring break. When I walked into my room at my mom’s house I was faced, not with my familiar room of seven years, but a huge king-sized bed taking up most of my floor. I promptly burst into tears.
What did I learn? I am emotionally unstable. Continue reading
After far too long, here you go:
No one ever really leaves high school.
It has been almost a year since I graduated but I still feel like I am in the midst of rumors, backstabbing, and pettiness. I thought we learned how to respect people. I thought we learned how to work through issues and even be confrontational at times if it were to solve a problem. Apparently not. Continue reading