Tonight was a good reminder about how music and musicians can affect change.
So, former friend, if somehow you find yourself reading this post, I hope you get over it. I hope you get over us. LET IT GO. You were the one who ruined our friendship. You were the one who broke my heart. You can say you know my family, but do not use me or my name for anything. Have enough respect for yourself to realize that you were the villain in my story. STOP USING ME.
There are days when it seems like everything is irritating and nothing is changing like it should. It feels like standing still while everything and everyone around you is moving so quickly that you can’t even see anything except for blurs.
If I ever learn anything while being at home, it’s that I love my parents even more every time I see them. Hugs from your parents (when your parents are as loving as mine) have some sort of healing powers. I’ve still had anxiety while here, but my depression has been gone.
This is the story of how someone I used to call Grandma became a very real monster in my own home. How she tried to drive wedges between my family members, pulled my uncles away from their sister, and actually succeeded in tearing down a part of me that I’ve only just now regained.
HELLO, INTERNET!!! BLACK. MY HAIR WAS BLACK Things haven’t been easy this summer. Starting with getting mega sick, to having that car accident, then having to deal with PTSD along with various other health issues, job searching, freaking out about life in general, and now […]