As my time at camp rolled around to an end, I feel as though I can finally say I feel like a real writer. No, not because I've been writing a lot here (cause...I totally have...I swear) but because I'm finally drinking coffee. I've always been super anti-coffee. I hate the smell and the taste,… Continue reading Apparently I Drink Coffee Now?
*Tap Tap Tap* My nails drummed on the keyboard. Fingers hovering over letters, itching to form the words that floated around my foggy brain. The room blurred as my eyes began swimming with tears. "No," I whispered to myself, gulping and turning my head to the ceiling, blinking quickly in an attempt to stop myself from crying.… Continue reading Where Art Thou, November?