Growing up being bullied meant I learned how to keep tallies quickly. And combined with being emotional, it meant that my form of revenge was to hope people disappointed me, vent against them in my head, and disappear from their lives. Though the vengeance of leaving gave me a feeling of superiority, it almost always…

I feel an intense longing for certain people to be people they aren’t, for them to transform into the exact person I always wanted (needed) them to be. And then I realize I can’t change them, and that my task is to accept them as they are. I’m to make peace with the things they…

Flowers are so sad, the way they don’t life forever. It’s also sad how we expect them to be beautiful, when really it is out of their control. So what if their petals are falling? They can’t help it, can they? They can’t live past their prime and live up to all of our expectations.…