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how I'm feeling.
like shitty shit shit shitter shit.
Don't ask me. Don't think about it.
I don't want to talk about it.
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girl interrupted
Received an email back from my mentor and I'm afraid to reply.
She asked a lot of hard questions.
I have no answers.
The only answers I can think of are bullshit.
I know that they're just filling space. They're not really what I want to say.
Or maybe it's more that they're not what I want to hear.
Which is silly because I'm already hearing it anyways. ( Read more... ) -
eventually...there will be light.
Confidence, self-esteem, self-worth. Value. Appreciation of self. Love thy self ( Read more... ) -
baby steps.
The heat buzzes with effort, whirring without pause, without taking a single second to pause. Don't you need to breathe?
These glass lenses are magnetic. Their positive charge seems to attract the negative charge of dust, dirt, and every other microscopic molecue that fills the air. Why can't positive attract positive?
Saltwater falls off my skin ( Read more... ) -
to have and to hold
To hold something in the palm of your hands is an experience that is all at once powerful and softening ( Read more... ) -
Letters from Terrence Claymore
February 11, 2008
Yes. It is your day. Your special day. And you are on top of the world! You are doing well in school, you have gone skiing three times this year already, you are sucessful in your private practice - something you have undertaken with an older and more experienced business partner two months ago - and you are spritually fulfilled. ( Read more... ) -
don't believe them.
what do you do when a close friend tells you that they have less than 15 years to live? -
laborious luxury
"Toothpaste!!"
There is a sudden knock at my door. And the man brings me toothpaste. Right to my door. Colgate Total Whitening. Not cheap stuff.
How LOVELY!
I have a bed--the sheets tucked so tightly I am afraid I won't be able to breath should I slide underneath, a full-size dresser--one full drawer for each pair of socks I packed, a miniature ( Read more... ) -
and that issue is this:
If I'm such an optimistic person, why is my writing always so god-damn depressing.
I am incredibly incredibly frustruated right now (and work is just the sweet, squishy cherry on top).
I have been struggling with the same issue all of my life. And that issue is this: I am too nice.
TOO. NICE. I hate the word nice.
I am too sweet, I am too kind, I do ( Read more... )