Why I Love Writing

Hello, lovelies! Welcome back! I hope you had a good week! I hope your next week is good. Let’s get going on the posts!!

I didn’t start writing anything until I saw my mom writing a romance novel. She never published it (which upsets me because she’s an award-winning poet) and she shoveled it into the depths of our desk. I had a spare composition book around and wrote down a story that consisted of me talking to my friends.

The “very” first piece of my writing was a weird little book about a couple of friends begins to date, but his younger brother has a crush on his girlfriend… yeah. Recently I found it and I died of laughter. It was so bad, and I think of my writing as mediocre. oh boy 

Pretty much what I only write now is random short stores, my work in progress, and some stuff for my board game, which I HOPE TO PUBLISH once I get the nerve to playtest it with my friends gah.

Well, I hope you enjoyed this short post! Have a good week!



Why I Love Books

Hey guys! I’m back with another post about my history! As the title states…

I’m going to be telling you why I love books!!

My mom was the person to get me into reading. She read herself to sleep every night before getting married to my dad. Once she had my sister and me, she read to us every night. I can’t really remember it, but she did read all of the Harry Potter books to us (except for Deathly Hallows because we were a preteen and a teenager already).  I had a stacked and overgrown bookshelf in my room for my entire life. Once I moved in with gage, his dad had to cut it in half so we could put them on the walls because OUR ROOM IS SO SMALL.

Back to books! heh

I have lived a rough life. My family has always been below the poverty line (because America sucks) and books have always been my escape from the impending doom of “Will we have to move again?” or “With dad/mom losing their job, what are we gonna do?” As I write this, I look up at my bookshelf that’s right over my head and think. Think about all of the adventures I’ve held in my head from these stitched together pieces of paper. They’ve helped me so much, and I can’t repay them in any ways except to read them. Break in those spines, take off the dust covers and read the day away.

Books have changed me for the better. Yes, they tend to lead me to disclude myself from others, but they take me to worldly places and meet other people, people that no one else will meet.

There are so many types of books out there, and someday I hope to own a library.

Peace out.


Why I Love Sailor Moon

Ever since I was young, I can remember loving Sailor Moon. Considering I have an older sister who was watching it on TV when I was a baby, I was bound to love it too. I idolized my sister, so of course, I would.

I forgot about Sailor Moon as I grew up, though. The only thing that we had of merch was Sailor Moon R: Promise of The Rose. The movie rental place in my town (Hollywood Video bitches) had the other two movies that my parents let us rent all the time, so we were content.

It wasn’t until I met my friends that I have now, where I remembered about Sailor Moon. My friends are what you would call “weeaboos”, but they aren’t though. We all love the Japanese culture, food, and leisure activities.

Once I started new friendships, I watched all 200 episodes of Sailor Moon instead of doing my homework. At the time, it was a mistake. Looking back though, I really didn’t need to do that pre-algebra anyways even though I was failing the class at least I’m good at math now yay.

Now, I’m pretty much obsessed with Sailor Moon. I want my first tattoo to be a tribute to Sailor Jupiter. I’m planning on never ending my love of the show.

There should be a new part of Sailor Moon Crystal coming out later this year. Pretty pumped about that lol.

Well, I hope you guys enjoyed my story of Sailor Moon! Look forward to a post next week!

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Peace ✌️