at my root there is boba
I stare at the picture with a faint smile on my face. It was unexpected. All I did was scroll and I stumbled upon a picture that flooded...
peaking
I sit on the windowsill, staring at the little people below me run through the Yard, always in a hurry, always in a rush... And yet here...
why I don't talk in class
This is a huge insecurity of mine and it was insecurity that Mr. Reitz, my senior year creative writing teacher, played off of a lot. He...
this moment
Get ready to be thrown into the real world. I was so excited to leave high school when I was surrounded by orange lockers and cardboard...
Goodbye...
I think one of the hardest things for me to accept is that at one point, we must say goodbye, no matter how much it hurts or no matter...