I just want to learn to rely on myself more.

I think I’m ready. I think I’m ready to embrace the changes in my life. I think I’m ready to face them head on & not be as afraid. I think I’m ready to be grateful & appreciate my surroundings, the good things in life, the good friends and family I have, the special moments…

How do I stop the memories from coming?

I’m watching my favorite show, One Tree Hill, of course and then, all of a sudden, it happens. My cell phone chirps that old ringtone. I am brought back. Back to the days at Temple University. I swear, tonight feels like a homework night filled with hours of studying and frustration. Staying in my room…

I just hate the memories.

I’m standing in the kitchen washing the dishes and then, bang, all of a sudden a memory re-enters  my mind. My two friends & I are sitting at the Bell Tower at Temple studying for our English class. One of my gals is naming concepts from our class. Then, my other friend answers. I’m a…

Without Temple University, I’m lost.

Monday, August 26, 2013– A Monday. A horrid, terrible, disgusting, lonely, depressing, difficult, hot, nasty, gross, grotesque Monday at that. Classes at Temple University begin today. I’m not there. I’m not registered. I’m not going. I’m not participating in another fun school year filled with crowded hallways, students shouting each others names, recounting their long…

Depressed and lonely.

As I write this, the clock reads 12:11 a.m.  and I’m listening to music with the volume as loud as I want. No brothers are asleep. No voices are heard in the other room. No cell phone chirping goes off in the room next door. No television or video games are playing.  My two brothers…

Is something good ahead?

It’s coming. I feel it. I taste it. I smell it. I can’t tell you what it is or describe it, but something is coming up. I’m almost 24 years old and just graduated with a BA in English and have an AD in Journalism. Honestly, this summer I’ve had ups & downs, twists &…

Push those thoughts out of mind, out of sight.

A group of us hung out last Friday night. He invited me out. I haven’t hung out with him in a while, so I figured I’d tag along to one of these “Meet-up” groups. Why not? There’s still something there. I don’t believe it’s technically romantic, but I feel it. He flirts with me mostly, but at…