I feel like I've forgot how to write, among other things. And so, have decided that each day, at any given moment, I need to just write - describe what is around me, make up a story or continue someone's conversation
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Something happened. Somewhere, at some time. I don't know when I lost part of myself, but it feels like I did. Maybe, I never had it. Maybe I've been this way forever, and lines between reality and pretend have blurred over the years
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It's been a bad June. Probably the worst in my 23 years on this earth. Perhaps that doesn't sound like much, but it is. At least it is to me
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I'm sitting in my dining room/living room drinking Moscato out of one of the wine glasses Jess got me for graduation. It's one of the things that mom sent from home for me to start with here in Atlanta
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I'm scared too. Clare said yesterday that she was scared that she would end up alone - that feeling of waking up and not having someone beside you. Well, I've never woken up to someone next to me, but I'd like to
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It's been a while. I don't know if it's a while or awhile. Yeah, and I call myself a journalist. So Marty e-mailed me the information for the S&P internship and it's all I want. I just want out of this place. This same place. I need a change. I feel like every week is the same. I'm never going to get my taxes done
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I'm sitting here, on the verge of tears, wondering how I got here. What happened? And when? Was it really sophomore year? Was it junior year and the fiasco with Mark
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I went into this afternoon feeling like I was going into Dante's Inferno, which despite being a great book, doesn't sound like a fun reality. After fixing the catastrophe that was the City of Columbia bill, I went into work and basically talked to Sara and then Clare for the morning
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