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journal fifty-nine.
the city of lights — if you don’t watch out it might just swallow you whole but then again maybe it will anyways the city of lights — remember how lonely it felt? as people passsed you by but how beautiful to watch them speed through their lives how do I become one of them?…
journal fifty-seven.
I almost died today, and I mean that in the most literal sense. Driving along the street, green light, a car turned wrong, I tensed “Babe-“, the word barely left my mouth before a loud bang occurred And there was smoke and airbags and questioning of what I had heard And thoughts of “oh shit”…
journal fifty-six.
on days I feel like life is against me I try to remember she’s got a lot more shit to give so why waste time in the anger in the groveling and the pain we’ve got a long way to go from here
journal fifty-five.
people are not commodities but you seem to think they’re one? calling on me when it’s convenient and a lack of effort when you’re done you see, you can be hurt by ex-lovers but what really takes the tea is when people you’ve held close as friends aren’t the type of friend you thought they’d…
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wash, rinse, repeat.
They say love blinds you, but if you asked me, I’d tell you they all lied. Desire blinds you. Desperation blinds you. Fear blinds you. Love is just what we nickname it. We aren’t made to handle ugly truths. I did everything that they say one does after heartbreak. I cried. I screamed. I cursed…
drugs ruled everything around me.
The sun had long since set as I pulled up to my driveway, to a building that nursed my childhood but now contained a better part of vacancy, most rooms not having had seen life for months on end. Over the past couple years, days had become a routine from my bedroom to the kitchen…
university of texas at zoom.
Who knew six months ago that we would be in the situation we are in now. I think back to then and my memory seriously eludes me, but here we are: unprecedented, yes, but something new. This year of college may not be the year we all were hoping it would be, but I am…
lucky number thirteen.
And like counting three… two… one, a snap of the fingers, a blink of the eye (aka, a wink, ah hah hah), my first year of college is done! I never knew that a year could pass by so fast, and an academic year nonetheless. I don’t know who coined the number thirteen as unlucky,…
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