self love
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Lost love seems like the chronic human condition. As long as people have possessed the ability there have been stories written about love lost, love forgotten, and love achieved. It seems the penultimate life achievement. Love. Perhaps, that is why it is so difficult. It’s been on my mind heavily recently. Honestly, because I’ve recently
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Self-care. Ughhhh. Gross. I almost choked on it just SAYING it. Out loud. Offensive. It’s probably one of the most offensive words I know and there are some pretty bad ones out there like…moist. Oat milk. Taxes. Student loans. I mean…you get it, right? I get the sentiment, don’t get me wrong. But, let’s talk
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Writing is therapy for me, it always has been. I don’t do well with traditional therapy, talking to a stranger about my problems just is not for me. Give me a computer and a quiet corner? Whamo! Problem solved. The whole world can know about my problems if they really want to. Anyways, I’m going
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Do you ever just feel ugly? I don’t mean looking in the mirror and being unsatisfied with the reflection. Realistically, everyone has experienced that at least once in their lifetimes and most likely, more than once. There is room for body positivity, but I also feel there’s room for seeing our shortcomings and letting it
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It’s taken me a long time. I mean years and years of screaming into some dark, uncaring void. Some void filled with my insanity and pain I kept trying to mask as normalcy. Funny thing about normal, we spend so much of our time trying to portray some perceived normal we have built in our
I Would Rather Be In Bed 