Before (part 2)
This is the second of the 2 songs that I was obsessed with before my hospital visit. Enjoy? It’s the Smith’s song “Sing Me to Sleep” I think it’s going to be pretty obvious why I was stuck on it.
This is the second of the 2 songs that I was obsessed with before my hospital visit. Enjoy? It’s the Smith’s song “Sing Me to Sleep” I think it’s going to be pretty obvious why I was stuck on it.
This is one of the two songs I was kind of obsessing over before I went into the hospital. It’s about escape, and I relate pretty strongly to the verses, even individually, as poetry. Tracy Chapman’s “Fast Car” (Specifically sung by Boyce Avenue feat. Kina Grannis is my favorite rendition) You got a fast car
I’m sure you’ve all heard by now that I’m home, and safe. But I don’t think anyone knows exactly why I went to the hospital. I’m going to be very frank here. If you don’t want to hear some serious talk about a deep place I was in, stop reading now. Still with me? You
I came home tonight, as some of you have already heard. I had a good lunch, and dinner with friends, then came home and just went full out CATHARTIC. I cleaned and I don’t mean that I dusted a few things, or that I went all OCD either. I just picked an area and
Have you ever been stereotyped? Anyone ever stop treating you the same, because they learned something about you? I go through this on a fairly regular basis. I have had people pull their child away from me. I have had people literally ward me off with crossed fingers. I have had people tell me in
Like a boss. *SQUEE*
All my life, I was told how I was like you. I saw little similarity, but suffered the speakers patiently, as one would children who believe their thoughts are original. My clothes are styled exactly like yours. Our mother brushes our hair into the same bouncing hairstyle. We even tie our shoes the same way.
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Sometimes, all it takes is one little hit to the head to screw up your whole day. I know some of you know bits and pieces of this story, and some of you think you know more than you really do. Some of you have no idea this was a thing. I’m writing about it