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12.14.24
I don’t want to write. I don’t. I don’t want to write but if I don’t do something I feel like I will explode at the slightest sensation. If I’m not scrolling or sleeping, I feel like I’m drowning. You pushed me away and I know why. I know it’s not me and it’s not Continue reading
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08.01.24
I struggle to find a point in writing anymore, though there never has to be one. Though the signs of COVID-19 have now left my body, I still feel sick. I don’t recall the last time depression so dark and murky threatened to drown me. I cannot place blame on one thing or even three Continue reading
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01.24.24
Either my entire life is about to implode, or this is only the prequel to the rest of my life. What I would give to talk to my younger self in this moment. My older self may be more helpful in guiding me through the wreckage that might be my life… but the little one… Continue reading
Love, Anonymous 