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It's the Little Things

It’s the little mercies, the little things that count, it’s the little moments that make life worth living.

I’m grateful for the nights I can’t sleep because of the rabbit hole of YouTube videos I chase, I’m grateful for those nights because of the songs that I find, the theme songs to my life

Hey Insomnia, thank you for keeping up most nights, I’d never have been able to read as much classic literature as I have.

Dear persons in the Youtube comments who always who always posts the lyrics, thank you, I always look for this comment as I sing along to the songs, even when I know all the words.


I’ll stop the rants about how much I hate morning shifts because it’s the only time I get up early enough to see the sun rise and what a sight it is to behold!


I won’t waste this mind-numbing, soul crushing pain, I’ll channel it, use it as a driving force to make me a better person. Thank you for breaking my heart.


My writer’s block can visit more often, it takes me on a journey. It leads me to search out new material, blogs and books in search of inspiration. My writer’s block always asks me what I want my writing to be about, it always always leaves, when it leaves, it leaves me with something I’m proud of.

Thank God he doesn’t read my blog coz then he’d know how I feel about him and I can say whatever I want without worrying what he will think about me, also he’d know I’m crazy into him. Thank God because I’m not quite ready to let him know.



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