Everyday on my walk home I try to picture my letter of acceptance to Brown, my letter of rejection. I try to imagine what the envelope looks like, the feel of opening it. I try to imagine how it reads, how each word resonates its point, striking home in my heart. I try to imagine everything about the moment, try to embrace the moment and prepare ( Read more... )

My best posts come in the spring, when the air is filled with a kind of electricity, when it feels as though every moment, every breath, is the perfect moment or breath. For some reason it brings out the doubt in me, the thought that I have no accomplished enough in my short life. I wonder where I am going, and if any day will ever be as good as ( Read more... )

My birthday.

Today is a day on which is feels wonderful to be alive; it is a palpable feeling, relaxed but without bored. Each breath is refreshing and invigorates the body. The air is light and perfect, and swirls in the lungs like a drug ( Read more... )

I lie here in the bed, laptop open and glowing on my lap. I've been reading On Writing by Stephen King, and I can't help but wondering what it is I'm really supposed to write. I've gone from wanting to be a novelist to screenwriter to, now, playwright, but nothing really seems right. I think a novelist is what my heart tells me I want to be, and ( Read more... )

The end of the semester is oppressive. I have the weight of the world on my shoulders--not the whole world just my own--and it's pressing down hard. I can feel the muscles in my back tensing, my back curving forward as if under the strain of some obscene weight. So much to do so suddenly and with so little time. The last two weeks of school for any ( Read more... )

What will our experiences do to us; how will they shape is in two years or ten years? How do we purge from ourselves those darker feelings, darker emotions that haunt our minds and bodies? What is their trigger for expulsion and how badly does that trigger hurt, initially, when it is pressed ( Read more... )

When I think of him, I'm just a little boy who wants his daddy.

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I care.