It’s 1:42 AM when I decide I want to know why I‘ve always felt so empathetic with others, and the specific way I feel it. Why I could never just accept the fact that someone is a label, whether it be ‘crybaby’, ‘*******’, ‘narcissist‘, or whatever the case may be. I wanted to become a forensic psyc

September 4th, 2018 I feel that in order to stop reminiscing about the past, you must embrace it. You must accept the shittiest moments as well as the best, and decide what moments have made you who you are today. You don't have to love it; you just can't hate it anymore. At five years old I fell

Below is a rant/story about two different experiences but with the same message. Names are changed. When I was a freshman, I had an experience with a girl named Orange. Considering how all of us were new to the college scene, we all wanted to make friends and to just talk to people, so I decided to

February 2018 A couple sat silently in a restaurant. Other couples shot quick glances and murmured to their partners how first dates can be so awkward; asked why a white boy is dating a black girl or how can they afford a place like this; said, “I doubt they'll tip the waiter”. They were oblivi

You know something is wrong when dispatches voice is shaky. It's a small town, calls like this happen once a year, if we're lucky. "12 year old boy, asphyxiation, emergency aid needed" I've always hated how vague the calls were. It was never enough information to properly prepare, and they were