hot mess

I'm wearing pajama pants tonight, a clear indication that insanity is on its way.

waterfalls

Someone once told me that I have the voice of an angel. It was a hot and dry summer day, we were going thirty miles per hour in the back of a truck, and he was hallucinating.

it's never easy growing up

forty eight months ago

The first time I came to Bryn Mawr, I remember going on a haunted tour of the campus that seemed vast and never ending with gothic looking castles. I remember weaving in and out of the buildings, only to be told that the doors were secret passageways that all connected someway or another. I remember walking through the paths - how the lamps made the trees glow and come alive, as if the cherry blossoms were speaking to each other.

And I remember thinking to myself, someday, someday I'll lead someone else on this tour.

spirals

Since learning to let go of regret two years ago, I've been a firm believer that everything happens for a reason.

I was tired of you, exhausted of the self-depreciation. And then, all the lies, doubts, and guilt just dissipated. Everything changed in that one random moment; understanding how to cope with my reality and being true to myself had never been so clear. The revelations were like recovering from a drug addiction - disposing of a toxic habit after long months of rehab.

The sensations of my surroundings felt real again. The scratchy carpet was rough against my skin and the light was near blinding. And the hot, sticky air coated my lungs. But it was fresh - the first breath of fresh air after months of suffocation.

vindication at nineteen