So, I’ve come to realize that a sick me is **NOT** very nice. My bad…. Seriously. When my immune system inevitably fails me and I catch whatever bug that plans to make me bedridden for however long it sees fit I get all sorts of bitchy. 85% of the time, I’m a snarky sweetheart but... Continue Reading →
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A Symphony of Pleasure & Pain
I'm pretty open in my vanilla life about my not so vanilla extra-curriculars. It's kinda hard not to be when your friends have this odd fascination with smacking your ass, walking into your room when the door is closed and scrolling through your phone and coincidentally your photo gallery (thank you photo locker for existing... Continue Reading →
My Bleeding Heart Will Go On: Is it prying or disinterest?
Tis the season for makeouts and breakups. Not sure what it is about the summer months here but people’s libidos go into overdrive which usually results in an abundance of hookups and the dreaded breakup. I suffer from bleeding heart syndrome, basically I’m everyone’s go to for problems and I’m too damn nice to say... Continue Reading →
Uncaged
You cage me with your words, Held me captive like a butterfly. But the beauty of it was only meant to last for a few weeks. You tried to stop my dance, Controlling every half step and beat. But the music was always in my heart. Your hands, once sweet and gentle Even in the most... Continue Reading →
Why does clothing hate me?
Clothing and I have a love hate relationship... I love them, they hate me and go out of their way to make my life more difficult. I know, I know they are inanimate objects and not a sentient beings. So like my earlier post states I've lost a ridiculous amount of weight. With that said,... Continue Reading →
I am…
I am a paradox, a conundrum, a series of complexities that usually make no sense. I enjoy the feel of arms wrapped around me, that security that comes with the perfect hug and cuddle. But I sometimes hate being touched. I crave the solitude and strive to have those moments to myself, where I don't need... Continue Reading →
Confidence is your best accessory
There's a whole list of things that I take for granted or forget about on a daily basis. Little things mainly but then there are the occasional big ones. Stuff that while important, seems to slip my mind no matter the circumstance. For instance my feet. They crack and pop on the regular. Years of... Continue Reading →
Chronic illness is a part of me but it does not define me.
I'm sick. I've been sick since I was a tinier version of myself. At 7 I was diagnosed with Sarcoidosis (hurray for my ethnic background). At 16 I was diagnosed with Sjogren's (Sicca Syndrome) and at 23 I was diagnosed with Rheumatoid Arthritis. Basically.... my immune system is shit. It thinks my body and all... Continue Reading →
The Perils of Being a Nice Girl: Douchebaggery Edition
The Perils of Being a Nice Girl: Hello Mr. Douche Dick Pic I am not a bitch, although I can be and I wish I was capable of pulling the bitch card out more than I do. Normally… I kind of a sweetheart. *shudders*. Ask anyone that really knows me and you’ll hear how nice... Continue Reading →
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