The person I had been before; the happy kid, the carefree and wild and innocent girl who wore brown corduroy overalls with turtlenecks, that rode bikes with the boys, and pretended to fall flat on her face while walking in the middle of a crowded mall because her best friend bet she wouldn’t; the girlContinue reading “My Happy Little Smile – Shame”
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Traveling in my Mind
Others often see me and think I live in a Tunnel of Love with a mob boss witness side. I’ve always been a planner. Or maybe it’s more accurate to say that I’ve always been a dreamer. My mind is constantly concocting elaborate fantasies about all the things I really want to — or evenContinue reading “Traveling in my Mind”