[-Cassy. 18-] This blog is filled with little fragments of me, what I see, what appeals to me, my views, my struggles, my every-day sort of adventures and the little things that make me happy.
I miss the fuck out of this. I’d even drag my little brother to bake with me. I think I still have mine in the basement somewhere. I had a few bake-oven things. I had this one, another, and the one where you make the “gross looking” stuff with the candy worms and all that. :)
I love lady bugs. They’re a sort of symbol for my childhood and innocence.
Back in the good ol’ days. Dad would always buy tons of ‘em for my brother and I and he’d keep them just like this in binders for safe keeping so we could collect more and more and look at them every time we were over at his house. I remember years ago sitting on the block in our neighborhood living with my mom and my little 5 year-old brother would trade them with all the other kids, even some of the older boys. I wish I still had mine but a couple middle schoolers that babysat us at one time stole them from my dads place. Assholes.
..Because I have nothing better to do than to sing and dance in my seat to this song at 1 AM. :)
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But I’m done letting those smudges, cracks, and jagged little pieces keep me from living my life. They have had their days of holding me down, driving fear and uncertainty into my heart, and scarring me. But those days are done. And maybe those smudges wont ever completely wipe clean away. And maybe those cracks wont mend. And, hell, maybe some of those jagged little pieces will forever be scattered into corners of my mind and will even cut me every now and then. But that’s okay, because now I can stand on my own and live with it knowing that I will be okay that I am not broken and I am far from being alone. I will smile. I am stronger because of it.