I am scared writing this. I have a fear that I will come off wrong, that I could sound pushy, judgmental, obnoxious, or even be put into a stereotype that is not who I am at the core. I am afraid to stir up anything, and if anyone knows me, they know that I have people-pleasing tendencies, and that I’m not the type to want to offend, provoke, or ( Read more... )

Hi. It's been over two years ( Read more... )

I was dared to write something of the sort ( Read more... )

I love it here. I'm independent. I'm confident. I'm experienced. I'm strong. I'm experiencing. I'm happy. I'm in love with God, with life, and with my independence.
(And with Husky Tracks icecream.)

304 Terry
Storrs, Connecticut
06269

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it's almost as if i Enjoy Worrying.

The true artist finds life in life. Greatness is illuminated through those who live passionately, who offer their gifts generously, and who color their paths amidst the roadblocks, the dilemmas, and the ever-pressing force of society’s stare. The artist’s life is not glamorous, for they are greeted with every emotion every day, and nothing in this ( Read more... )

Have you ever cared so much that it only forces you into a constant state of apathy? Irony fascinates me. I think going to Connecticut next year, being in an environment where I must experience change and newness and freshness and inconsistency, and where I have no choice but to separate myself from any preconceived notions, will be so good for me ( Read more... )

My conscience is an evil one. It manipulates every good thing. It mocks every opportunity, and it destroys seemingly perfect things ( Read more... )

I got accepted to the University of Connecticut.

And I'm going.