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journal thirty-one.

If you could document your life, how would you do it? Would you journal? Would you vlog? Paste pictures together in a scrapbook to create a collage? Would you write songs of the days you laughed and the nights you cried—for both you to look back on and your successors to use as a guide?Continue reading “journal thirty-one.”

journal twenty-nine.

to think that I didn’t know the sound of your voice the pitch of your laugh the ticks that set you off and the quirks that you have just ten months ago our timelines had not known each other but now, you feel like a piece of home like you were there the first timeContinue reading “journal twenty-nine.”

journal twenty-eight.

You make me feel so special and, sometimes, I don’t know what to do with all that love Don’t get me wrong, I’m pretty self confident, but am I deserving of that enough? The more memories I make with you, the more I seem to worry I get caught up in my head, but youContinue reading “journal twenty-eight.”

journal twenty-six.

It’s all in your head My mom would say Leave me standing there To wipe my own tears away I hated that phrase That mindset of hers That my problems were my own Problems to unturn Because I swear they did it Yes, they did it to me He left me on read Made meContinue reading “journal twenty-six.”

journal twenty-five.

It’s so rare—for someone to be doing something they love, like truly, truly love. I love that about concerts, watching live music. That all of these musicians found that for themselves. Performing in front of hundreds of fans. These people willing to stand through crowds and sweat and thirst to support the passions and hopesContinue reading “journal twenty-five.”

journal twenty-three.

So there I was, standing at a place where my last memory was of you and me, and I’m sad, but I have no desire for you to truly be sad anymore, and tears are falling from my eyes for what we once had, but I do not want that future with you anymore, andContinue reading “journal twenty-three.”

journal twenty-two.

I am a busy body. I’m used to it that way, constantly finding things to do, not wanting to waste time. Except, it’s not really like that. It’s a fear of what happens when time slows down. When I’m not busy, when I’m left to my own thoughts and devices. That is when Loneliness creepsContinue reading “journal twenty-two.”

journal twenty.

Yes, I confess — I’m a little self obsessed. But aren’t we all? And if not, isn’t it good to be? To pass by your reflection and think that you really are that person? See yourself and know that you’re becoming, or have the potential to become, everything you want to achieve? To set factsContinue reading “journal twenty.”