I like to write.
Yellow Moon “Heinz dear, Zeus got out again!” mother's voice echoed throughout our tudor style home, “Don’t worry mom I’ll get him!” I screamed back as I rushed down the stairs and out the front door. Zeus was our German terrier that loved to get out and explore our neighborhood. He would bolt out the door every time my mother would retrieve the mail and I was always the one that would catch him. “Zeus! Come here you damn dog.” I shouted as I jogged down our street. “Zeus! Mother is going to feed you to the neighbor's shepherd if you keep doing this!” Zeus just responded with a playful bark and continued to race down the street.
Reading More Than Books
There is no logic to me judging or analyzing besides it being an instinctive defense technique. I judge because how I’m perceived by others is one thing that I always think about. My own overthinking is my greatest weakness and I combat it by being the first to “strike”. Now I could always take the easy route and blame my judgemental nature on my parents and say that everything toxic about myself is their fault. However, it’s not their fault. It’s my own.
You Make Me Feel Alright
You make me feel alright Meeting you was just dumb luck You help me forget real life You make me feel alright Will you help me understand art