It’s very common to hear people complain about wanting to escape life, to get out of it, to leave the world behind, but I’d rather escape into life. I’d rather dive in deeper and see the true beauty...

What does maturity mean anyways? What is that fine line between being mature and being  immature? Does any rash or abrupt decision signify that someone is immature? Tell me, where is the distinction? If...

As the winter winds redden my cheeks and my short-sleeved shirts get thrown to the back of the closet again, I come to a realization. It’s been an entire year. An entire year since I had the most life-changing...

Every week or so when my bangs stretch past my eyebrows and dust my eyelids, I am faced with a decision to trim them or to let them grow out. As I stare into the bathroom mirror with my pink scissors held...

Sinking into my bed just after an excruciating day of school and choir rehearsals, I fall into a deep sleep with my makeup and jewelry from the day before still in place, and no homework or any other obligations...

You. My favorite teacher for four years. I looked up to you. I thought the world of you. I wanted you to be proud of me. I tried so hard for you. And once, out of the many years that I knew you, I hurt...