So easy to write when im upset. So hard when im not. Life rocks. Here is why.

Here is a little tale about how she went from being a person I know of, to a preson I never want to be without.

During the pandemic I had been chatting with Andromeda, at the time she went by Rayne. We met via a mutual aquantence. After I left Florida, she took over my ( Read more... )

Life is better than last year. But it still feels werid not hearing from my mom on my birthday. The feeling of being alone has dissapted. After most of my old friends wrote me off i was able to find new ones and rediscover old ones again. I feel loved again and its nice. It has been a long time since iv enjoyed my life enough that I finally fear ( Read more... )

For the first time in my life i found myself with a bit of extra money that no one else tried to take, tell me how to spend, or cozy up to me now that I have it. Anytime money has fallen into my lap its been taken.

In several cases someone died and left me a good chunk of change, old people always liked me you see, made for good Will Readings. That ( Read more... )

The hardest part about being alone is those moments when you turn your heard to talk to someone and realize there is no one there. It is even harder in those moment when its a bad time to call or text anyone to feel less alone.

All my friends are tied up in their own understandably busy lives doing their own understandably busy things. They care ( Read more... )

Its come to my attention I associate with thee basic groups of people

At the top of that list I have my true friends and guild mates. These are the people i don't need to use any pretense around. I can be my true self. The few times someone doesn't like what someone else says we settle it with a polite and still friendly conversation.

The other ( Read more... )

These are my notes from my mothers eulogy.

“The earth we leave is beautiful and rich; it gave us all we needed for all the generations we have lived. How will you leave it when it is your turn? What can you do?” ― Jean M. Auel, The Clan of the Cave Bear, one of my mothers favorite books.

My mother loved reading about other cultures, both real and ( Read more... )

A child should be seen and not heard. One generation raised on it did ok. But then there is my generation. Our parents had similar things to say. Sure there was more talking to kids but it felt like way less listening.

Studies have shown that once a person has power, they will rarely every want to give up that power, even if it comes at the cost ( Read more... )

Life feels different now that I finally cut that familial string of oppression that was tying me down. I realized why my family got and still is so mad at me. My help isn't a favor, its an order. As far as they cared it was my sword duty no matter what. Their refusal to accept or hear otherwise will be the reason thing do not go the way they wish. ( Read more... )

My mom again made things weird with a very strange phone call about me giving her a car ride 5 months from now. Regardless of what I say or do there seems to be this constant idea of the plan if for me to move out to Nevada and just live there until everything is better no matter how long that takes. I cancelled my flight out and told her. She ( Read more... )

Every time i find a study that shows a problem I had in school was real... There is this feeling of relief and anger. Relief that it wasn't just all in my head, and anger that my saying I had a problem wasn't enough. Anything I said about my feeling or reactions that didn't seem normal were just wrong.

Falling asleep was a huge issue for me. It ( Read more... )