I’ve been in California for one year (and one week…it took me a lot longer to write this than I planned.)
I’ve been thinking about trauma a lot lately. I know, not necessarily the most light hearted way to start, but I’m hoping to entice you with my brevity and deep, deep thoughts at the top of this post.
I got a job!
This is going to be a short post, mainly because today has been a stressful and crazy day for me. But this blog is mine to get all my thoughts and stuff out, so here goes.
When I was in high school, I had a best friend who was horrible to me. I had just moved to Cypress, Texas and I was desperate for friends so I latched onto the first person that I could, who turned out to be my neighbor across the street. We were in the same grade
I’m watching Black Mirror at the recommendation of friends and Twitter. If you haven’t watched it, it’s kind of like The Twilight Zone in the sense that each episode is a standalone that doesn’t connect to the previous or last one. It’s a British show, and I don’t know much about them apart from Downton
This wasn’t what I was planning on writing today.
I’m feeling a little bit frustrated today.
I broke my glasses yesterday.
I never excelled at math. In fact, I distinctly remember getting a 40 on a pre-cal test on my 15th birthday and that was pretty much the worst. I was always good at science though, which kind of didn’t make any sense to me because I’d always equated math and science together, so it was