My life is written on scraps of paper
that make their way to the bottom
of some forgotten drawer
and find themselves glued together
by what lives there.
Honestly, I'm just a spoiled white girl. I've been diagnosed with chronic depression, which just doesn't seem to be that uncommon anymore. I've got a great family, amazing friends, a job that I love, and a firm testimony of the gospel of Jesus Christ.
I'm not perfect; not even in the neighborhood of- and that's probably where most of my frustrations come from. I'm a firm believer that if I can be better about doing the right things for the right reasons, then everything can/will be better.
Pretending to be poetic is one of my pastimes. I love books, and words, and music, and all that jazz.
I like everything...except the stuff I don't, and the stuff I don't like I REALLY don't like.
Essentially, this is where I write out my thoughts and problems (which compared to the rest of the world, don't amount to much). A character study...not necessarily an interesting one.
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