This, my friends, is more than just a screenshot. It’s a validation of my feelings. I know I touched on this a bit before, but it bears repeating. Because like I said, I’ve struggled with the line between fiction and reality my whole life. It’s so thin that I can feel it getting blurry in […]
If you read Friday’s post, you’ll know that I was a bit apprehensive, to say the least, about Rachel Platten’s new song.
I’m really behind on my page-a-day calendars because I’d been – understandably – busy with school. I’ve been going through Gretchen Rubin’s “A Happier 2017” when I came across something that interested me.
Some people think that I don’t get embarrassed easily. In fact, they don’t think I get embarrassed at all. That couldn’t be further from the truth.
I appear happy, but sometimes I am anything but. I feel like a misfit, a mutt. I don’t belong anywhere but the place I left behind; at least there I could shine. I hate having to pretend, put on a poker face. But sometimes, that’s how I fake it until I make it.
Originally posted on Show Me Who You Really Are:
I really push myself to expand beyond my comfort zone for these posts. I’m starting to get a feel for the process and the feeling that comes when I’ve reached the place in me that has something that wants to be shared. A unique combination of…