Read It And Weep.

Some weeks aren’t yours. This week definitely wasn’t mine. Everything I attempted to make this week a good one completely backfired and blew up in my face. Some weeks just make you want to throw in the towel and tell life “You know what? You win.” It’s not like this week was all bad, it…

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I Think, Therefore I Can.

When our universe began, it didn’t just appear through some kind of advantageous happenstance. There wasn’t some large explosion that unpacked our space systems either. Our universe began as a very hot, dense, single point in space. There were no stars, no planets, no form, and no structure. The forthcoming potential of it was still…

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You Have The Most Fun At 21.

The other day my mom was looking through old photographs that we had boxed away. She found one of me at twenty one. I was with my sister and my cousins at the Empire State Building in New York, We’d gone to the city to celebrate my 21st birthday. It was such a wonderful adventure.…

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Growing Pains.

Which do you want? The pain of staying where you are, or the pain of growth? – Judith Hanson Lasater Growing up is really hard. I remember when I was in my early teens and wanted so badly to be an adult. I couldn’t wait for the day I turned eighteen. I lived such a…

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You’re Just Too Comfortable In Chains

Here’s a sad story: I’ve always had a penchant for tender-footing around valuable decisions that move me towards living my best life. I’ll see what I want in front of me, but with my deranged methodology of being a little punk, I’ll find someway to chicken out of doing what I need to get what…

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If I Leave All My Sorrow, I Don’t Know Who To Be.

Earlier this week I was having a conversation with one of my best friends Helene about mental health and how far I’ve come with mine. At sixteen years old I began to feel a subconscious awareness that the excessive uneasiness I felt about a considerable amount of things was abnormal. When you feel these things at…

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Last Cup of Sorrow

Letting go can feel so bleak. No matter how you slice it, it’s never something you can get used to doing. I’m the type of person that letting go is hard for me to do. I keep to myself a lot, and I like to keep a small amount of people around me.

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