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Strange sensations of pain and weightlessness fill my chest these days. Regret. Relief. Strange puzzle pieces fitting together in ways I don’t yet understand but have to keep together as a seeming forcefield against the past. It’s strange to let go of a dream when you’ve been told your whole life to chase your dreams
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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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Nurses, nurses, nurses… I feel like every time I blink my eyes these days nurses are on the news and like, we should be, because we really are superhuman people regardless of what anyone thinks. That whole “nurses are superhero’s” that everyone is so sick of hearing and seeing is true but not in the
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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
I Would Rather Be In Bed 