I’m almost finished with writing this piece and have realized that the story I tell gradually declines into this deprived pool of self-pity and solitude. I can promise you Continue reading ““Evincing” pt. 2″
I had originally planned on writing up this post a few days earlier than this, but I feared it being too similar to the post I wrote on my wattpad page also on noises of security and feelings of warmth. But after a while’s thought, I decided that the two weren’t as similar as I thought. Continue reading ““I Feel Safe,” He Says”
Before you begin reading I must express two very important lessons I learned during this event:
- Little tiny people can be overwhelmingly talented (I may or may not be ashamed of my lack of ability to do anything.)
- Sitting next to amplifiers the size of elephants is the worst thing you could ever do to your ear drums. Seriously, I don’t think I have any anymore.