Tag: love

  • Unpacking Life, One Song at a Time

    Yuka

    It’s official…it’s happened. I have a severe case of writer’s block. School started a week ago, and my brain has had no time to think about writing or even figure out what to write about. Also, in the same week, music just isn’t hitting the same anymore, and I fucking love music. I listened to almost 100,000… Read more

  • New Year, New Dates: The Dating Journey Begins

    Yuka

    Well, it’s officially a new year, and I’ve officially decided that this year, I will actually give dating a real try. I’d like to sit here and say that I’ve been trying this whole time, but that’s simply not true. I was listening to the Pretty Basic podcast the other day, and one of the girls mentioned… Read more

  • A White Christmas & Blanket of Love 

    Yuka

    Merry Christmas! My presents are still wrapped under the tree, and I feel lonely this holiday… which isn’t shocking. I think Christmas is my hardest holiday to spend alone. It’s the only holiday I decorate for, but I can never seem to get in the holiday spirit.   This year, I decided not to drink, but… Read more

  • Letting Her Make the Mistake

    Yuka

    Watch a drunk girl go home with a boy who doesn’t deserve her. Try to stop her, but she doesn’t listen. What do you do then? Enable her? Let her make the mistake she’s so persistent about? It’s hard watching someone make the same mistake you did at 22 when you’re 24 now. Whether it… Read more

  • Even Though I Don’t Know Where I’m Going…

    Yuka

    I ran 3 miles today and it absolutely sucked, but I did it anyway. Because sometimes life sucks, you want to give up, and think nothing will get better, but that doesn’t mean I can’t do hard things.  These past few months have sucked as a whole, and I stopped exercising and caring for myself.… Read more

  • The Chill Of The Hunt

    Yuka

    Tired is he who walks in the dark. The dark embracing sound as the crunch of foliage fills the air. Perhaps the morning dew lying brisk on his shoes softens the thud of his foot. Cold is the wind, rustling leaves, masking his clumsy travels. With the moon as a guide he de-ices his beard… Read more