If you aren’t honest with yourself, how can you expect to be honest with others? For years you’ve looked in the mirror while wearing glasses with a certain prescription called “selective sight.” And you looked at who you wanted to be, a “slightly” more ideal version of who you actually are, and that’s who you decided…
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How can I miss heaven even though I’ve never been? It’s so clear and close to me when I close my eyes and breath in. The water moves in gentle tsunamis While the trees literally dance. The rocks will tell you stories. There’s no need for a second or third chance. People there aren’t crying…
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Will you still love me with my surgery scars? Knowing I’ve been torn open and pulled apart? Will you still love me when the roof caves in? Once you find out where I dream of going and, worse, where I’ve been? Will you still love me when I’m not nice? When I have bad…
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I think I’ve found two phrases that trigger pain in everyone– “Too much,” and “Not enough.” I’m scared of being too much for you but also not enough. And scared that I find life too fascinating but what if I’m not fascinated by it enough? What if I love you too deeply? But what if…
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The following is an introduction to a short story I wrote about processing the last few years of my life to help make sense of where I am now. If you’d like to skip straight to the story, start below the horizontal line. Enjoy! I tried my best to be as realistic as possible about…
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I’ve always been really sensitive to the way places are designed and how they make me feel. It was only natural then that this last time I moved I began looking into feng shui. “Maybe there’s something to it,” I thought, with little knowledge of what feng shui is, other than the fact that it’s…
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This is a poem I wrote in 6th grade that I found while rummaging through some old things. The colorful, (originally) three page, comic sans piece was one in a series I had written for school and it’s specifically meaningful to me because my teacher’s feedback would go on to keep me writing. She told me…
Read MoreSometimes I run away from you when you’re hurting, but it’s not because I don’t care. It’s because I’m scared. I have this way of loading my backpack where I put my books in the bottom and then I add your cinder blocks on top and before I know it I’ve walked 5 miles but…
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I don’t understand why I’m like this. I thought I made peace with this weakness a long time ago, but here we are again. I wish I could have held myself back from caring about your wellbeing. I wish I didn’t give you so many benefits when there were so many doubts. If I could…
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What can I say? I love deep. So far I don’t think I’ve met anyone who loves me quite as much as I’ve loved them. Except maybe my mom. And one of my friends whose actions have been pretty consistent over the years. But I used to view that as a negative thing. “LOVE ME. LOVE…
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