My Baby Don't Understand Me

August 7, 2019 | Comments

What does it mean to understand someone? What does it mean to be understood? Are we asking too much for others to understand us? I think music is where I feel the most understood. It’s scary how strangers can seemingly understand my feelings and present them so eloquently and so beautifully. But is that just a superficial understanding, exploiting some of the most universal feelings? Can anyone understand us? Is being understood something special, only reserved for a select few?

Category: Life Love

July 2019 in Review

August 5, 2019 | Comments

July was a really tough month for me. A lot of my routines fell off the wayside. I’m still recovering from it now, not 100% back on my feet yet. Sleep Hours of Sleep I ended with an average of seven hours of sleep. Definitely towards the end of the month, I kept snoozing my alarms more and more. So even if I’m getting “seven hours of sleep”, it probably isn’t the best quality sleep.

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June 2019 in Review

July 1, 2019 | Comments

Highlights I dyed my hair! I’m liking it a lot. It’s supposed to be the in between step to blonde but I’m liking it brown so far. Also the dying really fried my hair pretty badly so I’m going to wait until my hair gets a bit better before dying it to the blonde I want it to be. New hair It was my brother’s birthday.

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May 2019 in Review

June 3, 2019 | Comments

Highlights Attended my high school friend’s Star Wars themed wedding! Sleep Hours of Sleep Sleep was not good this month. Other than my party-hard weekends, most of it is just because of my mental health hasn’t been that great. A lot of staying up and being plagued by thoughts and turning to the Internet to distract myself from those thoughts or to actually feed my thoughts even more.

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A Spring Morning

May 26, 2019 | Comments

This morning I’m sitting here in my condo, alone, at my little dinner table. All I hear is the sound of my dryer chugging away a couple feet away from me. My knees are drawn up to my chest as I hold a book in one hand and my over every so reaches into a bowl of cereal and guides granola bits into my mouth. I’m not wearing pants, just an oversized t-shirt.

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