A lot of bloggers I used to connect with are either gone (i.e. domain expired, account suspended, haven’t updated for a year or more, etc.), forwarded their domain to their Twitter/last.fm/etc. accounts or use their domain for their Tumblr. I’m stuck here not paying too much attention to the date said post was last posted […]

I know you read my posts. Should I address this one to you anyway? Perhaps you grew tired of my “lies” as you call them so frequently, but it’s whatever. I blog on Seek Liza now as well – a lot more than I do on here, however I highly doubt you’d enjoy reading anything […]

Today is kind of “laundry day”. I define a day “laundry day” when I’m doing my laundry. I don’t really enjoy doing it, but it has to be done, and in a way it’s sometimes a relaxing chore for me. I think this is because [as long as you keep up with it] you can […]

Writing letters sometimes helps me. I’m publishing the ones I write from now on publicly so I can go back and read them later, and maybe for some other reasons I can’t think of right now as well. I don’t know how long this will last (i.e. if once I beat my depression and [hopefully] […]

There are too many articles giving website advice that I believe to hold items that aren’t true. I find it to be very frustrating because I was once one of those people who wanted to start a website/blog, and each website I visited had almost the same list in their article(s), so I just assumed […]

I couldn’t really figure out one steady topic to talk about, so these below will work since I don’t really have much to say about them. I struggle with ambiguity. I remember teachers getting mad at me during my grade school years because I couldn’t make up my mind for whatever thing I needed to […]

I was just about to tweet something for a mini rant (which consisted of 1 tweet) when a message popped up: Your account (@prettysweetly) is currently suspended. For more information, please visit Suspended Accounts. Of all of the accounts Twitter could put into Twitter jail, they chose mine. WHY did they choose mine? I haven’t any clue […]

I’m exhausted, drained, tired. To me, PTSD is a walking headache. You wake up and realize you were just having a nightmare, or you just don’t wake up at all until the nightmares have had their toll on you. Scenes play out in your head, and you realize these are flashbacks. “Make it stop,” you […]