Sometimes it’s not about fixing broken people, sometimes no matter how you try to, it seems like they can’t be fixed. It’s not that they’re beyond redemption, but did you ever consider that they don’t want to be fixed just yet? They just want to self destruct, no one will understand why but that’s just… Continue reading Fix


Maybe you just have to live for the small things, like being called pretty or someone picking up the pen you dropped or laughing so hard that your stomach hurts. Maybe that’s what really matters at the end of the day.


I recently just did an online purging of unused accounts (goodbye, myspace. Goodness knows WHY I even created an account to begin with). And in the process of transferring them into the new account, found a bunch of emails from 2010. I miss writing emails. Writing letters. I got to know the friends I did… Continue reading Emails