October 2012
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August 2012
3 posts
July 2012
6 posts
I’m starting to think maybe it’s not entirely my fault that I’m a little crazy.
I don’t know how to be the person you want me to be. It’s making me feel like I don’t belong here anymore. Maybe I really don’t. Maybe friendships aren’t meant to last forever.
When life gets too overwhelming (or maybe it’s underwhelming) and I sentence myself to a weekend of hibernation and smoking bowls, I really like to research random topics on the internet and learn everything I can about whatever tickles my fancy. A lot of these temporary obsessions stem from watching a movie of documentary and wanting to know more. My all time favorite subject to waste my...
I wish writing for me was as therapeutic as it used to be when I was younger. A major part of why I want to write now is because I love the way my laptop keys sound when my fingers hit them. I have nothing worthwhile to say, at least nothing anyone wants or needs to hear. This feels too much like keeping a diary, and that reminds me of middle school and how much of my future was still ahead of me...
June 2012
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April 2012
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March 2012
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February 2012
6 posts
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January 2012
9 posts
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“It was life, often unsatisfying, frequently cruel, usually boring, sometimes...”
– –Stephen King, Insomnia
December 2011
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