I didn’t exactly go home right after school. So when I spotted him in his unbuttoned jean oxford shirt over a plain white tee, rubbing his hands together and blowing warm breaths on them, I looked at him sympathetically. I trudged on forward, hunched over. I watched as he greeted me with lips pressed together …
Another vlog means another end of a month. This time, I officially say goodbye to a good month, November.
This month, I set out to accomplish a number of things.
The real challenge was being able to incorporate each part seamlessly.
Expectations led to a bunch of disappointments that he could frankly do without. But complications, those were different entirely. He liked the complicated and often made things complicated when they weren’t.
The coffee he usually bought, he made at the Maison. There was something about making something himself that always made staying at the Maison that much more special.
The thing about Georgiana isn’t that she’s been hurt, it’s that she wants to never be again. Isn’t that the case for everyone?
So, she decided to get to know the girl, to peel the mysteries off piece by piece so she too could yearn to live again.
She listened to Georgiana tell her stories about the failings of an older girl, the heartaches, the intangible pain, and watched the visible scars across the arms of an equally thin girl fade with time. Yet, they would always be there, Georgiana tells her.
Every month, I find myself creating a list of goals I want to try accomplishing and each month I am faced with my own mental and emotional restrictions. I am sure that this will be a constant considering the ongoing struggle with depression. Reminding myself to be more lenient and understanding of myself can become tough when things on that list don’t get crossed-out like I wish them to be.
I had dreams of an older boy with large hands, and a gentle smile. Nothing about him stood out. He always wore the same jeans and sweater. He roughly had dark brown hair resembling mine and even darker brown eyes. He used to be my brother. In the dreams, I noticed, he’d cautiously lift his …
Completely published the first chapter of Are You Listening? This is Georgiana. on Wattpad. Woohoo. Here’s a bit of a “preview” for the chapter. You can access the story by clicking on the image. Also, I got an editor. Woohoo. Check me out, I’m going places. LOL. Seriously though, my projects are coming to fruition one …