As a follow up on me after the age of 12. Crazy K is me. People call me that all my life. Because i’m an odd person. I’m not like others. I follow mine own beat. I’m a leader.

I should of listened.

Limerick.

Poetic advice to my fellow writers out there. I’m sick of reading generic poems and essays.

The poet encounters her fifteen-year-old self.

This poem is about people who are too nice are sometimes not appreciated. In a way, you might say that there are times when it does not pay to be too nice. Each person has to decide when they feel they may be taken advantage of if they are too nice.

UC Personal Statement #1:

Describe the world you come from — for example, your family, community or school — and tell us how your world has shaped your dreams and aspirations.

This isn’t a bitchy little story or anything, but I think my love life has been, pretty messed up, to say the least. But this will either be a bit of entertainment and show you how stupid I am, or it will be a ‘lesson in love’ for some people. I’m guessing most people will just take it as entertainment anyway .

One of my random thoughts through the course of a day since my mind is louder than my mouth.

Another meditation on life.