I am very excited. We’re adding a “Question-of-the-Day” Chalkboard to our school snacks store as a marketing strategy, and hoping that even if people come back to see an answer they’re interested in the next day, they may get some … Continue reading
This is the cutest little panda I have ever seen. Found an amigurumi pattern for it here and decided to try it out over the summer (yes, long time ago). I would have more pictures of it…except that it’s in … Continue reading
Hello, fabulous readers! I know the holiday season is pretty much over by now, but maybe this will come in handy later on this year. I made a lot of homemade holiday cards for my friends this season, because I … Continue reading
I’m sitting before my computer on Interview Day, frantically making last reviews of my resume, and these questions pop up in my head. What if I’m not good enough? What if they don’t like me? Me on a daily basis, … Continue reading
Each sharp gasp of breath that you take in is what rattles through my throat. Each crinkle beside your eyes that forms when you squint in pain is another gash on the side of my heart.
Your pain magnifies in my mind, swallowing my brain until it’s rotting and churning through horrid cinematic images that I can’t even describe. It’s so painful I’m blinded; it squeezes out tears until they’re coming down in bucketfuls. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. My tears try to call out to you.
Sorrow. Regret. Shame. All these are dissolving in the depth of vicarious pain that bores a hole like acid through my stomach. It’s eating away at my heart, my internal organs–oh god, I see it dissolving me inside out; it’s taking my skin until I stand in front of you, fully exposed and honest, as a bare skeleton for an instant. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. My empty mouth tries to whisper this to you.
And now it’s burrowing into the marrow, it’s sucking the life right out of me. I’m crumbling. But even as I hope for relief in the pile of dust that I’ve become, I reform. And again. And again. I’m thrown through this process over and over again. I’m sorry. I try to say this to you each time but you can’t hear me. With each “I’m sorry” I try to take some of your load, but it’s too embedded for me to reach it. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. The constantly-shifting me tries to say this, but you smile softly and say that you’ll be fine. Lies.
I’d rather be the one in pain then experience it like this.
I wonder what it’ll be like when I first meet you. Perhaps you’ll be an electric blue, the kind where every time you touch my hand it sends jolts of excitement through my body. You’ll be spontaneous, explosive, passionate, wild. … Continue reading
Today, I lost several years of memories. The movie ticket stub from my first date, the little napkin note that my sister wrote me before my exams, the receipt from the time I went out to eat with my best … Continue reading
I am so very excited to share this with you all. Apologies for no posts in a long time — camp life swallowed me whole. But I’m back for the weekend and took a few hours to perfect my masquerade … Continue reading
I am very excited to say that I will be attending a masquerade ball this summer. Unfortunately my mom said no more dress-buying, so I rummaged through my closet and came up with a little black dress. Perfect. I … Continue reading
Well darling readers, I’m not sure if these are technically “truffles”, but they’re so delicious that I don’t even care. Chocolate covered cookie dough. Who came up with this idea? Just brilliant. Last night I was craving cookie dough, but … Continue reading