ChristinaFeonora

I had something of an existential crisis.  I first had this thought before I was nine, but I cannot remember what age specifically.  I was very likely six.  I sat in bed, awake and thinking.  Thinking about how my life would work.  I kept naming things, kept coming up with ideas.  And eventually I came across an idea that was more fact.  I would die one day.  I started to cry that night, and ran to my mothers room to tell her how scared I was.  She told me that as Catholics we believe in heaven, so we never really die, we sort of just move on to somewhere new.  I believed her at the time. Every few years since that thought has crept into my

My family is probably average in America.  There's five of us, Mom and Dad, Me, younger brothers Ian and Dylan.  We have two dogs, and a lizard.  My father is ex-military, currently has a nice managerial job in a big company.  We're moving, hopefully for the last time, and I was successful in my first year of true college, passing all my classes and learning loads.  I love my family, make no mistake.  But we have problems.  What family doesn't, honestly, have some sort of issue in dynamic?  It's difficult for friends, people who choose to know each other to understand each other even remotely well.  I know I am difficult, likely impossible, t

There is much I can say in the name of humanity, both good and bad. Once upon a time I was a little girl and I saw the good things in the world, but then I went to school.  History taught me that humankind is fraught with terrible things, like desire(of many kinds) and anger and honor, and yes, honor can be bad.  My education of the way things are has come slowly, painfully.  I don't want to believe the world and it's people are bad, in fact, I still think overall we are good.  But right now, and for the past couple days, my tumblr has been swarmed with screencaps, writings, commentaries and the like about what happened with the man and the