Thank goodness there were no blogs when i was 14
Because my mom is nice like this, a few weeks ago she randomly gave me this little necklace with a picture embedded in it that showed the phase of the moon on the day I was born (and glowed in the dark, too). It turns out I was born under a full moon, which is cool, I think. But the real blessing, I decided, is that I didn’t know this in high school, when such a detail undoubtedly would have made it into just about every single one of the overwrought poems I was partial to writing at the time. Generally fairly epic in length, at some point or another most got around to touching on at least a few of my favorite topics, including “dark angels,” “wild eyed girls howling with fury,” and, naturally, the “tattered remains of my soul.” Adding in the detail about the full moon could have really put things over the edge once and for all.
