Letters (2) Kiaren, Well, it has been a little over two years since you've passed. And I don't know how I was able to keep myself from breaking through the days. I'm not sure how I was able to just move on from you. It's been rough, Kiaren, but I am making it somehow. I'm making it somehow. I've met someone. He's been sweet and he has the same thought process and has been in similar situations as I have. We get along so well, it makes me happy. You might be wondering about my last relationship I've mentioned, not here, but on a different place a while ago. But if you see me, I hope you understand why I won't mention it. I'll talk to you again some other time, okay?

Reminder Days Thanksgiving. Whether you hate it or love it, believe in it or not, think it's worthless or worthy--doesn't matter. I hear everyone saying that this holiday is the worst or that it does not matter because we should not dedicate a day to be thankful and be with family, but rather be thankful everyday. True, but think back to yourselves and ask if you have been giving thanks every day to those that are important and meaningful up to this supposed worthless holiday. I know most of you have not, with myself included. If anything, think of today as a reminder to give thanks. Because we tend to forget, we tend to not care and spend our days being self absorbed and complain about every thing wrong with our lives. This holiday is not meant to be a dedication to what we are SUPPOSED do anyways, which is to give thanks and be with loved ones amongst an abundance of food. This holiday is meant to REMIND us that the world does not revolve around our happy or sad little lives--that we owe so much to those that are meaningful to us that helps us get through each day. Yet, we tend to forget that we should be grateful. Here's a challenge: say at least one thing that you are thankful for everyday for a month, and then keep going if you do not forget. If there is one thing I know, the happiest and less bitter people I have met are the ones who are always grateful, even when their lives are falling apart. I want to be one of those people. Happy Yearlong Thanksgiving everyone.

Superheroes How is it that whenever my #life is going fine and dandy , no one wants to be around me? Is it that BECAUSE everything is going alright, that everyone figures that I do not need anyone. And they think "oh she's fine. Let's leave her alone". Yet when my #life falls into shambles and I've been torn apart from the inner workings and kinks of my brain down to the disgusting innards of my body being shredded and thrown on the floor for everyone to see--everyone comes back. Acting as if they are some hero swooping down to my rescue. Where was everyone, when I was breaking in the first place? Do you enjoy watching me suffer. You enjoy watching me suffer. And think when you have come to my aid that I will be entirely in your debt. So YOU can feel good about yourself. So YOU can be the "good" guy. Why do you only come when I am being destroyed, rather than coming when I'm about to be. Am I not worth saving? It isn't saving when I'm already dead. I guess I am not worth saving.

Letters (1) Kiaren, Do you see this? The things I feel and the things I go through? Where would you be if you were still alive? I can imagine. But I'm sad, and I miss you. In case you didn't know that. I feel tired, never motivated, never inspired. Writing this feels hollow and angry. And I can't seem to collect my thoughts, these are all bundles of words that I'm able to bring to mind. But it's okay. I'm cold. I'm sad. I'm cold and I'm sad. But that's okay. I know this is only on my phone, and I'm not sure if you can read this. But I guess, that's okay too. I'll check back on you later.

I'd Make A Good House Wife I always thought that I would make a good house wife. I can do laundry, clean anything, cook (somewhat), and take care of children. If you want me to make a sandwich, sure, because I want one too. I'd make sure your shirts are pressed down and hung and other clothes neatly folded. I'd make sure dinner is waiting for you when you got home from work, the house is organized and clean, and the kids are in their pajamas waiting up for you to hear you say you love them before shuffling off to bed. ..the things I think about while folding laundry haha.