I will love these people until my final living breath. Papa and my beautiful mama. Aaron. Meara. And Davina, you too kiddo.
Forgive the lack of Davina’s picture. Couldn’t locate the album.
Inkless Tales
Writing, Because I Can
To Independence We March Forth
Prepared, I’m not. As I am counting down to the day I leave my precious home, the home I grew up in and have been loved and cared for 18 years,the more I realize how I’m not ready to leave my home. Leaving my family, my cats and my soft warm too-big-for-one bed all for education ! What was I thinking? No amount of education and worldly knowledge can strip me away from this bliss that I’m in. – Of course, the things I said are only the mindless words of a girl too afraid to leave the comforts of her home that are indubitably untrue.
How will I make friends? Will I magically transform into a bubbly , charming little sweetheart with a sing-song sway and a ridiculous ability to make friends – from this 
that I am ? Will I spiral into a loneliness limbo? A land of no return. Picking up stray cats and whatnot? Golly if I marry a fellow beggar myself ! A wedding around a bonfire in a ragged wedding dress ! A bit exaggerated there..
Nevertheless, I wish reality wouldn’t set in just yet. But alas, the longer I wait, the more terrifying it becomes. The safer and more sheltered I am from a life of independence, the harder it is to move on to the next phase of my life and venture into adulthood. Adulthood. Adulthood. Adulthood. Adulthood. *cue paranoia*
I am afraid. So very afraid. This unrelenting predicament, save me from it will you not?
Goodbye WordPress
You’ve done me good, but you’ve also ruined my life.
