KumaCat

I've been thinking a lot about the meaning of "America" and what it means to be American. It hasn't been a positive thought for me, and its been creating a lot of strife between the people I love and me, since I don't have the most positive view on American cutlure. I am in a Race and Ethnicity class, along with 3 other sociology classes, an acting class, and Colorado Plateau Studies class. I've been very surprised to realize that this semester has me doing more meditation on the meaning of humanity and how our surroundings shape us, as well as the meaning of "me" and how my surroundings shaped me. A lot of the time, this is a very depressing

I still think about you. The past. The old me. More than I should. More than I want to. More than I can help myself. I should drop it, it's not healthy. But still, I miss the way things were. My heart is gaping open, a wound that will not heal. Sometimes, when I close my eyes, I can almost remember how happy I used to be. We used to be. So proud and strong. Like a wolf. Now I am this fragile husk, dying inside. Rotting. Longing for love, but unable to get close to anyone. Always problems. How can I believe anyone again? I don't love [you][me] How do I fix the mess you made? I can't pretend anymore. I'm broken.

Hello friends! So, as some of you may know, I am writing a zombie novel. To those of you who I have not given a plot summary to, I will explain my novel in five words: A Zombie Apocalypse Love Story! However, for some insane reason I decided taking 19 credit hours plus working 20+ hours a week was a good idea. As it turns out, it's not... So, I am trying to balance doing a passable amount of homework so I don't fail my classes, maintaining some semblance of being a decent employee, writing my novel every spare moment I get, not losing my mind from substantial life stresses outside of my control, volunteering at the animal shelter where I li