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Battles

I have been fighting all month. Fighting the pain, fighting against everything that gets thrown my way. I’ve been taking my medication as the doctors tell me to. I hate it. I hate having to take fifteen different medications, but I trust that they make me better. I smile. I smile so that no one … Continue reading

Blacked Out

This has been a really hard day for me. Yesterday, I had an allergic reaction to my medicine and today, well it hasn’t gotten much better. But, I have answers to questions at least. When I got home today at around 11:30, I started to pick up the house a little bit because I was … Continue reading

Allergic Reaction

Allergic Reaction

Yep. You read the text correctly. I had another allergic reaction to medicine. For my Crohn’s, I was prescribed Asacol the first time my doctor suspected it was Crohn’s. I really didn’t feel like it worked all that well, but I continued taking it. Between my surgeon and two different GI doctors, I was taken … Continue reading

Hypocritical

Actions speak louder than words. Yet, words can facilitate the actions you have spoken. Instead of being blatant about this, of course I am going to write in code. A student in college chose History as his major. He was passionate about it, was sure it was what he wanted for his future. But, after … Continue reading

Truth

Nothing looks worse than making yourself look bad. Some people do it easily. Some people do it without caring about the feelings of others. When you make something where it can be accessed by others, be careful with your words. I don’t care what people say, words do hurt. People don’t think. Honesty is the … Continue reading

Acceptance.

I am slowly coming to terms with something that is very hard for me to accept. A week ago today, I lost something very dear to me. I thought I could find it, but after searching and searching and searching, I am at a place of acceptance that searching is no longer necessary. About seventeen … Continue reading

Permanent

Well, the last time I was here, I was talking about my story I was going to write for my Short Story class. I was struggling to come up with an idea for my story and bam! Hit me like a train. Not that I would like to be hit by a train…tangent for another … Continue reading

“Class A”

I am only slightly devastated that I cannot continue to develop my story idea that I had barely cracked the surface on last semester in one of my classes, but I understand the need to open my creativeness even more and let people know all the different types of things I can write. I will … Continue reading

Not A Hero

Well, I am going to be lazy and just copy and paste a poem I wrote for my Creative Writing class this last semester. It’s kind of how I am feeling right now as well. Hope you all enjoy. It’s also a very very poor attempt at iambic pentameter. Here we go. — Not A … Continue reading