leather-bound journal

I had this thought, along the realms of... "who would I be if I wasn't so scared to be myself?" Even though I feel like I'm being more like me, I know that the person who exists inside my journal or talks to me nonstop all day inside my head is nothing like the one... Continue Reading →

#IAmWriting

I think it’s hailing again. Sounds very plinky outside. I think I’m writing a short story; I'm close to 3k words. I don’t know how long it could be. It’s all waiting to be told. The idea came right as I was falling asleep, and I was paranoid I was going to forget it. I... Continue Reading →

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