She s equally enamored with her part-time job working at the Ribbons Hallmark store in Culpeper. I started there in September, and it was like a dream come true, she said. I thought I was going to pass out when I was offered the job. But, when her eyes widen as she exclaims, It s true, she seems more than believable. I can be in the worst mood, and as soon as I walk in the door, it drops, she said.
Doesn t seem possible.
Breaking it down Her poetry has certainly become more complex since her roses are red, violets are blue days as a seventh-grader. In an untitled poem, she talks about finding faith in herself when she feels lost and when those around only want to talk about her. I only ponder if hanging on is something rewarding or something I ll regret. Pity among the hopeless is useless, wasted time. Conversation among the deaf gossip is just someone looking for a broken line.