I don't know when I'll ever finish writing this because (1) I'm a procrastinator. (2) I'm slow. (3) I have a messy brain. So many things are always jumbled up. One moment I think , "Val, it will be a great idea to write." The next I'm like, "Bleh, I'm not feeling this story. It … Continue reading Quiet
My life is falling apart. Best believe me when I say that. Let's allow the magnitude of that statement to sink in. I know I know. You must be thinking... "Noooo. But who will write stuff for us yearning souls if you let yourself crumble and fall...?" Guys. Guys. Relax. I'm not going anywhere. My … Continue reading Misery Loves Company
Hahahahahahaha. Today the devil stares at me and laughs. Yet again. To my face. And for the first time I actually laugh along with him. I laugh at myself because I never thought he would be right about such a thing. I woke up each day and gave life a second chance. I was not … Continue reading Daring Devil
For some reason, we all hate school. Even those people who claim to go back to school to read for their second degrees or masters or even doctorates, hate school. They will claim it is doing them a lot of good but wait until you pull a chair while they are reading in the room. … Continue reading It’s Monday. Stay out of my Lane.
It was a boring lecture. Honestly, I am not a social media addict (my pages do not even get 100 likes, why would I worship it?), but I found myself in Instagram. At this point, I feel the cursory eyes you all are casting at me (especially if you are an adult, oh no, especially … Continue reading Single,and sad?
I stare at that phone like I have been anxiously waiting for a text since the day water was discovered. Actually, I have been really waiting for a text. It is definitely not a death announcement. I really don't have the skill needed to plot a murder without making it so obvious. If it were … Continue reading Love, Text me back!
The staring contest has began. There are about a hundred other people in the room but for some reason they can't get their eyes off each other. No wait. They can. And they do. At intervals. So that they are not caught staring. They wiggle nervously in their seats. The girl has not touched her … Continue reading Of Dreams