I miss you. Space seems to evaporate as time goes by....

Well it's been two days now, and I didn't cry this time around like the last time he was elected, but things seem bleak. I worry. And I just can't get over that it was my own demographic, counterparts outside of New England that put him there. I have never felt more alienated from my country than I do now, even as nearly everyone on my social media ( Read more... )

I can only hear my own replies, no new information seeps in and my own perspectives become exaggerated. I can see how scary the outside world may have looked to someone, if they didn't know how, or couldn't listen or was on the look out for an attack.

Out of nowhere, the 15 year old me appeared today. While trying to say something nice to sister A ( Read more... )

It's been a long time. I think I may need this space again. I find myself hiding composition notebooks under the refrigerator or my hall tree, and I think; I need to get things out. I need for this part of my brain to work, but too much notice, for my comfort, is taken when I hand write in a journal.

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21 years ago today, I started this journal to get to know someone and a (their) world that excited me. Today, I am another person and 21 years seems both like a lifetime ago, but also sort of  like a dream.  Maybe it never really happened? Maybe I was born when I came out here. Unbelievable that so much time has passed. And who am I now? Wouldn't ( Read more... )