I mean this really is meant to be the inside of my brain so in case anyone was wondering. I really like pickles. I have pickle stuffed animals, or stuffed foods? Not sure how that is meant to be stated. But yes. I rather enjoy that food, and I had a drink that was made with it the other day, and that really made my night, I must say. This was the drink. Ignore my chopped nails.

I turn 19 in a few hours (at the time of writing this) I am again back in the same cafe I've spent several bunches of hours in this summer, working on what has been my goal since I was a kid. Every minute it gets a little more real. The fact that I have songs in the world, the fact that my dreams are slowly but surely becoming a reality. The fact that everything I've ever wanted and simultaneously feared can happen if I just continue to work my ass off. I am only turning 19,

I played my first show that someone I did not know knew every word to my songs. A young boy stood at the front while I played Promised and sang the words back at me. Being a musician and a lyricist is a vulnerable thing. It's my feelings and thoughts that I always fear sharing. It's the honest perspective I hold. The words primarily only feel strong enough to release alongside notes. And there I was in front of my entire town, sharing my heartbreak. And there this boy was, ca

Releasing Promised may have been one of the scariest things I have ever done. Truth be told, every fear I had came true with this release. I have always been scared to release music. As a person who feels things very deeply, it's nauseating knowing that by releasing my songs, I'm giving the world access to my heart. Promised was written crying in the basement of my dorm practice room. I was in pain and confused, to say the least. The terrifying thing is that in continuing to

I've sat at coffee shops for I don't even know how long this summer. Emailing, calling, filling out forms, trying to write, failing to write, applying to scholarships, not getting said scholarships, building a website, rebuilding a website. Doing a million and 1 things, and it feels like a second job. I'm tired and quite stressed, but it's worth it. Music is everything to me, and although I'm not where I want to be yet, I'm much further than I was a year ago. Despite my not h