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cryptic messages hidden in bottles.
everything is eventual. i flex and stretch and become something new, each day something new. but i see parts of me that i don't like, that i don't understand. i am light and dark and twisted inside and out. i vanish into myself while seeming to be who i am on the outside, no one sees me ( Read more... ) -
I think I might've inhaled you
I just continue to update. It's nothing more than a release. Like writing in a real journal I'm aware sometimes others read. A way to feel connected, even if I'm not.
There's a lot of reasons I feel alone. A lot of times I feel betrayed, that I feel unlovable because no matter how hard I try I can't really seem to make new friends. I make people I ( Read more... ) -
you came to take us, all things know, all things know.
sigh. it's a never ending circle of feeling worthless and being built up just to be smashed again. it turns and it turns and it turns and we never really get anywhere.
self reflection falls apart, as do we.
and we're constantly stuck in feelings of doubt.
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could you please, would you please?
life is very interesting. i've celebrated my birthday like 75 times now, with lots of different people, in varying states of drunk. last night i had a real conversation and made a new real friend, which is very rare for me ( Read more... ) -
this is the speech i wrote for our graduation.
If I was to write a book about my high school experience, I would steal the title from Kurt Vonnegut: Armageddon In Retrospect. As we’ve all gone through these four trying years, there hasn’t been a week where someone hasn’t said high school was the end of the world. There have been multiple times we’ve said things like, “This place is going to ( Read more... ) -
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Make up your mind to explore yourself ( Read more... ) -
up and up and up and up
so i just finished this book called "the icarus girl", which is frightening and beautiful. a more elegant novel of magical realism than "beloved ( Read more... ) -
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i'm drunk and can't remember my livejournal password, and so i leave a comment on an entry no one will comment on instead of a real entry ( Read more... ) -
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blazed, i clearly hear the voice of my mother.