I am a runner I am a runner I am a runner I AM A RUNNER. That’s who I was and still think I am. Before, when I was being thrown in situations I thought I couldn’t handle, I ran. I was terrible. Yes, I did fight for myself but once I couldn’t stand the fact of them leaving me, I would escort myself out because … Continue reading I Am A Runner
For as long as I know, I feel like I have two people living inside of me: one that’s outside and is very kind, friendly, wants to grow and is very happy but, then there’s this other person that’s inside who like to take over control. By taking over control, I mean literally question everything that I do. If something feels wrong even if it … Continue reading My Mind is Taking Control Over Me
Do the seven gazillion people living in this world ever find “love”? Do they ever find it? I mean there’s all kinds of love: love in a friendship, love with your parents, love in a relationship, with an animal or a tree but, do the seven gazillion people feel it or find it? Well, the answer to that is no, not everyone does. There are … Continue reading Do You Know?
Do you know how a dog or your dog watches your every move such as: the way you talk, you walk, where you go, your tone, everything. I am like that. I like to know everything about them before they meet me. I watch everything. I watch people, pets, things, the floor, the movements, what’s different and what’s the same. I observe. Before meeting people, … Continue reading I Am An Observer
This story is a sequence to “An Early Sunday Morning” because I have to explain both tragedies. Naming cars wasn’t apart of my thing. I never wouldve thought that I would have a car or more importantly, never would have thought we could afford another car. The reason I say that is because lots of things happen unexpectedly and this was unexpectedly. When I began … Continue reading An Early Sunday Morning
April has been life changing. Ever since I picked up a book, I could never stop reading. I found a home in novels and I am still learning about genres that fit me. These books thus far have understood me in ways I thought people won’t ever understand me. I am very hopeful and I am a hopeless romantic. I have a huge heart that … Continue reading A Page with Meaningful Words
I grew up reading Junie B. Jones. I just remember something about “B” meaning Beatrice and something. I liked her whole series and that was the last book I touched in elementary school. Matter in fact, I have a medal for reading the most books in the third grade and I barely remember what I read. In middle school, my seventh grade teacher Mr. Lesly … Continue reading Did I find a new hobby?