About

After sitting for so long in silence, when you finally turn the volume up, it is unbearably loud.

My mind is screaming and the echoes are bouncing around my skull. That pretty much sums up my feelings for the past few years and now all I can see is Red. Writing is something that I’ve always loved to do, although now I tend to use it more as a way to keep from imploding. My life is not all bad, but there seems to be an endless number of battles and each one leaves me a little more raw, like bits of me are being torn away with each new challenge I face.

My name is Olivia Red and I am twenty-two years old. I live in a small town surrounded by people with an even smaller mind set on how to world should work; I work in a lovely office that I cannot afford to drive to and work with lovely people I cannot afford to socialize with. I suppose I am the very definition of “poor”. I cannot buy groceries or pay to have my heat turned on or even do laundry until I visit a family member. None of that bothers me though. I can handle the nauseating feeling of not being able to pay rent, I can handle the pains from opening up the fridge to see only a container of spoiled milk, and I can handle having to get on my hands and knees to collect the fallen change from under my drivers seat, but I cannot handle heart break.

I suppose that that is mainly what this blog will be about. Again, my life is not all bad, but I have grown to only feel rage towards certain things and the injustice this world can bring.

To contact me, you can email me at: oliviaredblogs@gmail.com

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