For the first time in my life I can feel my writing improving. I'm encouraged to develop my own voice, find my own little niche in the world, and kick the hell out of it.
It's a quandary: do you make new friends that you'll probably never see again, or do you stay lonely?
Controversial leader Fidel Castro passes away, Ohio State University campus is left shaken after knife attack, and South Korea's President is embroiled in an impeachment scandal. Meanwhile, wildfires sweep through Tennessee, and the White House sees several protests outside its doors.
Twitter finally takes a stand against hate speech, Gwen Ifill passes away, and a shooting takes place at an Oklahoma airport. Anti-Trump protests sweep across America, the Electoral College is called into question, and the possibility of your texts going to China becomes reality.
My anxiety is a huge part of who I am today. And I like me.
This is how I will start a new, culturally appropriate wardrobe from scratch in a new totally new climate
I won't give you the cutesy bullshit version. This is what really happens.
I only knew him as someone whose name was almost always followed by the word asesino.
I had to learn to stop others from telling me what is the root cause of my anxiety. I had to stop letting others tell me what my problem is.