I've gotten increasingly more introverted with each year of my adult life. I'd be happy spending every night of the week at home, and I actually dreaded my social 'obligations'. When I did
A live blues band plays as it pours outside of the little honky tonk. Lightning flickers through stained glass windows, casting pink shadows on the floor, and a couple slow-dances around the bar
They choose the flashy place to live
Network with the flashiest friends
Attend the flashiest events
Work the flashiest job
Read the flashiest books
Showcase the flashiest lovers
All to fill a hole
Update: Maybe I'm not back? I'm enjoying being private about my life right now. Instead of posting publicly, I've been sending my best recent writings to my mom because she's been really supportive
The first 30 days of tweeting in a row were hard. What was crazy was as the days went by it got harder to tweet instead of easier. Every day I just wanted
