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The lowest of lows is a form of rebirth. Sometimes this place brings me back to moments of pure bliss and peace. I swear I can smell his cologne on the night air, and the full moon feels like a beacon of hope for what we once had. I woke up on the beach, the
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The constant back and forth of love and hate. I let the world disappear so I could be your anchor and supporter, and you let me sink at every opportunity—not even a gesture of help from your direction. I miss the moments that made me feel loved and cared for, like I was something other
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I’m feeling disheartened with my job and school these days. Both feel like they’re draining me like I can’t keep my head above water. I feel like I’m struggling just to maintain a balance of sorts. My brain is either in hyperdrive or won’t even turn on. I don’t feel like I have a connection
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Ok, any help with organizing my time better would be greatly appreciated. My part-time job and school take up good chunks of my week and alternate weekends. My free time is fairly limited, and lately, it’s being ruined by constant thoughts about work issues or the newest material to study. Like, I can’t shut my
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I am not used to being awake all night by supposed adults… My sister called the cops at 2am after spending all afternoon listening to Darren and his buddies bang around in their apartment. They broke off into physical fistfights! I am not adult enough for this… This morning, during my run, I met one
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I’m essentially taking over space for a project I’m currently working on. While A.G and Tea Time Writer are still working behind these scenes on a special project coming out later this year, I will be here dropping off a few short stories and my own angst. Right, Best get on to it! I’m in
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This story continues to be an interesting one, to say the least. The new blonde couple living next door have been giving me Samantha and Richard Wright vibes. They’re tall and fabulous, and every time I pass them, I hear them talking about business deals and PR meetings. (Yeah, I may get caught up eves
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I slipped up and told a classmate of mine that I blogged about my neighbor last night and the look she gave me lol I get it; people my age aren’t really blogging. I see more moms with accounts than anyone my age, honestly. But I like the “old school” style, I guess. It works
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So Kayla and I have been house-sitting for the last week, mostly babysitting a new mama and her kittens, but doing some house chores as well for a teacher of ours while she is on her honeymoon. I have no idea how she can manage to live in this apartment above the worst, noisiest neighbor
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How do we know which is which? Or are both the same? My twist of events this last week has been a blended combination of good and bad things—stressful and finally released. My mom has been off in Rehab since Sunday, getting help for her many ailments. My sister, well, she is back home with
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