February 2012
32 posts
Now that I’m home, things feel strange. My house doesn’t look right, it’s too clean, and I can’t remember who my friends here are. I miss something about Egypt but I can’t tell what. Maybe the lack of freedom and decision I had that made me feel safe and secure, or maybe I miss the fact that for 10 days, I had absolutely no perception of time and date. I miss the...
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“To the person in The Bell Jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world...”
– Sylvia Plath
I ROCK at clothes drives….I figure I should be sent to hell for even buying an Aeropostale t-shirt in the first place, and that I’m damned if I ever wear it again, so why not earn my wings and give it to a parentless teen mother of 2? I’m a dick, but I’m a generous dick.
January 2012
159 posts
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All I do is plan my future, I have my goals for like every month of the next 2 years mapped out, I just want to get a job right now and buy a jeep or a pickup truck and move into a city apartment with my best friend, and have a nook and lots of built-in shelf space for all our books and music and movies and go on roadtrips with our favorite friends and get piercings and be completely content with...
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The only wonderful thing that has come from being this emotionally vulnerable is that I can write about it. I’m honestly thinking about trying not to feel anything for a long time. I don’t like feeling the warmth and the air rushing in my chest, you know when you feel so damaged or so vulnerable you actually feel something in your heart, like pain and lightness and everything in...
