The Heather Chronicles

I am angry. Not just frustrated angry, but angry wanting to cry or hit or something. I flipped out briefly tonight and just spent the last five minutes viciously stomping out what I thought was a burning ember from my cigarette, but turned out to be piece of red glitter that has apparently been around since it fell off my pirate hat at Halloween.

Why am I angry? I'm not quite sure but I have some theories... Read More