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With the Black Life Matters movement, riots, and peaceful protests plastering the news headlines, it made me bring up the matter of race with Diego, my boyfriend who is Mexican. I asked Diego if the term “Person/People of Color” or “POC” offend him, personally. He stated that, “there are a lot worse things to be…

Home, Sweet Home


As most of you who have read my blog know, I am dating my ex-fiance, Diego. I have made various posts about him and I’s story of how we met, became boyfriend and girlfriend, fell in love, moved in together, I cheated, we broke up, I moved out, I moved back in, we worked things…

The Beginning of a Depression


All good things must come to an end, I suppose. The past three days I have felt as though my manic days are over with… at least for the time being. Now I am entering a depression, the peak of summertime sadness. The days are bright and warm, filled with hope, yet I feel empty…