Memories, Please Leave Before I Cry

I’m not an emotional person, so if I cry, it means I’m either in a lot of pain or something has hit me hard. Three years ago, when my then-boyfriend and I made the decision to move to Tennessee, leaving us 800+ miles away from family and friends, all I could do was cry. I missed my folks, brothers and friends simply because before I … Continue reading Memories, Please Leave Before I Cry

A Letter To Myself When I’m Feeling Negative

Dear Self, Please shut your mouth. Your husband lost his job last year and so, you moved back home and found a part-time job while he was on unemployment. You received help from the government when it came to health insurance. And, yet, you still had a wedding. No, it wasn’t the most expensive wedding, but it also wasn’t the cheapest. Then, you went on … Continue reading A Letter To Myself When I’m Feeling Negative

I’m Not Sure I’ll Ever Get My Dream Job

In the past, my articles consists of complaint after complaint after complaint. It was rather nasty. I have a brand new approach though. I’m simply re-publishing some articles for you to take a peek at. And, Millennials, I know you feel as if you’re losing all hope, but hang in there and read my next post called: I’m Not Sure I’ll Ever Get My Dream … Continue reading I’m Not Sure I’ll Ever Get My Dream Job

Those damn text messages really stirred nasty, unwanted thoughts back into my brain.

Low on storage my phone read this morning. Okay, time to delete some applications from my phone to free up space. I looked through the many apps I had, but couldn’t find it in my heart to delete them. Instagram? No way. Facebook? Ut-uh. Google Maps? Hell no. Voice Dialer, which takes up 40.00 gigs, yes. I simple pushed the delete button and went on my … Continue reading Those damn text messages really stirred nasty, unwanted thoughts back into my brain.

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 all night is the key. I can’t even leave the … Continue reading How do I stop the memories from coming?

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 summer. I’m not there and I hate it. I hate … Continue reading Without Temple University, I’m lost.