Just two days ago she said that her life story was happening faster than her life, “What do you mean?” I asked with my hands, “So little happens,” she said, “And I’m so good at remembering.” “You could write about the store?” “I’ve described every diamond in the case.” “You could write about other people.” “My life story is the story of everyone I’ve ever met,” “You could write about your feelings.” She asked, “Aren’t my life and feelings the same thing?”
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Thursday, February 25
Sunday, February 21
it's been long, so
THERE.
everything at one point rekindles. this “new” friendship. i anticipate it, I’m anxious scared. i no longer know what to expect. it felt great knowing we are once united, and altogether. however, would the friendship go back to it’s old routines? or are we going to make it different? i stayed up last night just wondering about it. & today my college class starts in an hour.
the break was an okay vacation. i understood why people don’t use facebook. it’s a social webpage where you forget the outside world.
i’m an overthinker. i analyze things way too deep, and i stay there forgetting the surface. i’m no alice in wonderland who fell through the hole, i just want some comfort to capture me and remind me everything is okay.
my tumblr is much more fascinating.
everything at one point rekindles. this “new” friendship. i anticipate it, I’m anxious scared. i no longer know what to expect. it felt great knowing we are once united, and altogether. however, would the friendship go back to it’s old routines? or are we going to make it different? i stayed up last night just wondering about it. & today my college class starts in an hour.
the break was an okay vacation. i understood why people don’t use facebook. it’s a social webpage where you forget the outside world.
i’m an overthinker. i analyze things way too deep, and i stay there forgetting the surface. i’m no alice in wonderland who fell through the hole, i just want some comfort to capture me and remind me everything is okay.
my tumblr is much more fascinating.
Monday, February 8
Sunday, February 7
reflection.
saturday was such a fun night.
why couldn't today be either?
such joyful & laughter.
it wasn't til then i realized,
just by letting me focus on one thing made me worry chaotic.
but by letting go, i had more fun.
why couldn't today be either?
such joyful & laughter.
it wasn't til then i realized,
just by letting me focus on one thing made me worry chaotic.
but by letting go, i had more fun.
old routines.
i'm slowly thinking like i used to..
my face is always hidden.
i want to say it, but i can't.
it hurts my heart, this gaping pain.
i know the facial reaction once it's been said.
i wish to hold it forever,
but the strings are loose.
it's been a constant bother.
i need someone to just hold me.
shake it out of me.
why now? i wish it was spring, where it was sunny.
and riverside could just let me ponder my thoughts
as the wind breezes.
i hate this feeling. i knew not to grow so close
or else, the effect would be worse.
and it happens now.
i'll manage.
like always.
my face is always hidden.
i want to say it, but i can't.
it hurts my heart, this gaping pain.
i know the facial reaction once it's been said.
i wish to hold it forever,
but the strings are loose.
it's been a constant bother.
i need someone to just hold me.
shake it out of me.
why now? i wish it was spring, where it was sunny.
and riverside could just let me ponder my thoughts
as the wind breezes.
i hate this feeling. i knew not to grow so close
or else, the effect would be worse.
and it happens now.
i'll manage.
like always.
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