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4. Where I Started With Role Play

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I live for role play. That childhood time where I played ‘pretend’ with my friends, ahh, the good ol’ days. Back then, I was very much a director type of role. You could even say bossy when it came to creating elaborate stories. It worked very well with my friends, because I was always willing to play the part of the villain. Van Helsing the movie from 2004 had a huge influence on me when I was 8. After that, it was nothing but vampires, and werewolves, and supernatural creatures for me to play as. Tag turned into a vampire … Continue reading 4. Where I Started With Role Play

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1. Who You Watch

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It is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it. – Aristotle Now that the introduction’s over, I’ll continue by introducing the real life me. Hallo, my name’s Hannah! Palindromes, am I right? I’m from Eastern San Diego, California, United States of America, North America, Earth. I’ve visited many states in my life, geographical and otherwise. I grew up a single child with a single mother. We’ll call her August. She was born in August, so I guess that’s appropriate. I currently live in Washington, and though I’ve lived in California most … Continue reading 1. Who You Watch

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3. The Day My Mom Died

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When my mom died, I was indifferent. I was in foster care at the time from events my mom orchestrated (Another post for that story). My eldest brother (nicknamed Max) came by the day after she was found dead. I remember being half asleep and my foster mom was so upset at the news that I didn’t have time to use the restroom when I woke up. All I could think about when he told me was how badly I had to pee and all I could say was “That sucks.” It wasn’t something I really felt invested in. My … Continue reading 3. The Day My Mom Died

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2. My Mom (August)

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When they’re gone, they’re never truly gone. They live on in our memories; our stories. – Anonymous Remember, I’ve nicknamed my mom August for this blog. This post is an introduction to her. This one’s for you, mom! Alright, I gotta get it out of my system… I owe my life to her. I wouldn’t be here without her. In the end, she brought me into this world, and as close as she’s come to taking me out of it, that’s one threat she (thankfully) didn’t follow through on (among others). *shakes* Okay, I think we’re good. No more mom … Continue reading 2. My Mom (August)