When I was a teenager, I thought I knew it all. My parents always drove me crazy, and they ~ didn’t understand ~ me. I was a moody teenager who was lost and angry and expressed myself through theatre, music and writing. That was all I ever wanted to do. When we moved to Indiana and I had the problems I did with my high school administration (explained in this post), I felt even more lost. I was not going to be able to do college like any typical student, and getting my degree was going to take longer. So after graduating, I did a year of community college, worked two jobs and still did not feel satisfied. It just wasn’t what I wanted to do. So I decided to take a year off and head abroad (honestly, it was only suppose to be a year!). Continue reading “A Decision to Start University at 21”
It was a tough trip. I got off of the plane exhausted but I didn’t want to go home. I knew I couldn’t. If I were to have gone back to my Parisian studio, I would have cuddled in the darkness with the thoughts and the tears stained on my pillow.
No. I could not go back to my studio. Continue reading “Toxic Love”