I can't believe I'm about to write this. I'm about two-seconds away from closing my laptop and walking away. You see, here's the thing about blogging—about reaching into the deepest parts of your heart to write something like this: it's one of the most painful yet rewarding processes you can put yourself through. It's the …
I am not good at copying. Looking at the white board in class, I can never copy the notes down without changing one thing or adding another. Drawing is a difficult task—if you said draw and copy a pear, I would draw an apple. Simon Says wasn't my game either. I usually forgot what Simon …
I am done. I am through. I am finished. I am absolutely done. I'm done trying to give my all to people who don't give their all. My mind this week has been plagued with thoughts. One of them being the fact that I am disturbed by time. One of my favourite poets, Robert Stevenson, …
I have a love-hate relationship with words. I hate writing because every time I sit down to write, it’s like I'm laying myself out on an operating table and digging in as deep as I can with the scalpel in my own hand. I flay myself open for everyone to judge. Whether you know me …
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