I don’t want you anymore. I don’t want to be sorry.
This dramatic story began with wine and deep talks about a faraway love.
It's Sunday night, and this feeling is all too familiar. It's a feeling of disappointment.
You come to a stop at a fork in the road. You were told about it. You knew it was coming. And you know which way you want to go.
In a world full of imperfect people, I suppose it isn't strange that everyone strives to have that which no one can have: perfection.
I had run into that wall. I was at the border of town, itching to take that step out and dash off, leaving everything behind.
"I'm trying to understand" | An analysis of an unfinished blog post from years ago that began with 4 simple words.
So you know when people say "Good morning, how are you?" and you reply with "Potato"? No? Well, shit.
You can't change who you are. You can only change where you're standing.
Perhaps they know that, if they stack the pennies, however laborious that process seems, they can also make it to the top.
A short poem about the choices we make in reaching our futures.
The one thing I’ve discovered is this: All of my main characters are the same.
How To YouTube (Pt. 2) | When I started out, I was convinced I would have 1,000 subs by the end of the year. It just seemed like that was how it worked.
Good things are sometimes disguised as bad things, and I have to work to see it for what it is. I can find the truth.
How To YouTube (Pt. 1) | You have to start somewhere. Because in the end, it's about proving yourself. No one in this business will take your word for it.