hate hates hating

nine times out of ten, when i’m tanking, at least once i will think let me die. since i was eight i’ve done this. yesterday, i was trying to find a happy memory of my childhood. that’s a difficult thing for me to do. this morning, i was watching sunday’s episode of brothers and sisters.… Continue reading hate hates hating

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significance

i was told i would never amount to much. i heard this so often as a girl that by the time i became an adult, i was more confident of my insignificance than anything else. i am not that important. i am not leaving my mark on this world with the work i perform. i… Continue reading significance

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the mirror has two faces

my second summer vacation has started. this week, i’m staying within texas’ state lines. tomorrow, i will do all those responsible things i’ve been neglecting, like getting the rear license plate’s light fixed (which will most likely mean some circuitry or something in phineas’ rear will have to be repaired because he’s got water in… Continue reading the mirror has two faces

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pandora’s box

i feel like writing. typing. whatever. it’s all the same to me. there’s something soothing about the melody that comes from my fingers tapping on the keys and the sound that tapping produces. a rhythm and a chord. maybe it’s hard for you to hear it. maybe i’m hearing things. that’s entirely possible. i feel… Continue reading pandora’s box

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