A recent college graduate but a life long learner. I don't know anything but I want to learn everything. I write stuff sometimes.
Young Love, Old Pain
Never one for self-reflection, it was truly one of Mal’s weakest personality traits. He was the local’s favorite fifty-year-old grumpy man. He could’ve been a veteran; he could’ve worked in coal mines for all they knew. The people who lived around Mal knew very little about him. He wasn’t interested in letting them get to know him at all. All they could figure out about him, is that he is one of those old men who do old men things. Like fishing, yelling at children, sometimes he even camps, although he’s thought he is too old for it. He wasn’t incredibly good at fishing, or even scaring children. He lost his respect when he lost his voice. Years passed and he gave up on scaring the children. He turned himself into a hermit. Not the type of hermit that stays in it’s shell all day, but the type that goes out into the world, only to remain as small and unnoticed as possible. Mal didn’t want these people to talk to him or even look at him. He hated all of them. And he certainly did not need them, and they certainly did not need him.
The Apple Fell Next to the Family Tree
"You just can't help but get yourself in trouble." Her voice echoed in the back of my head. At night when the world is quiet and every room is too dark I made out silhouettes of my mother. Her poisonous whispers blended into my thoughts and the heartbeat I heard against my pillow.
Golden Rules I Choose to Live By
We all face hardships and recently we have all had to change our lives because of the pandemic. I'm no therapist, but I am a person who has had a wide range of hardships. So, I organized my thoughts and attempted to make a cohesive list of what I do to remain sane.