I joined my friend Patricia the Panda who was smoking and having coffee outside our office earlier and told her about this certain emptiness I just noticed I was feeling.

A few minutes before joining her the hypochondriac had me checking my pulse to check if my heart rate was normal until I realized I forgot what's the normal heart race plus I ( Read more... )

I have this feeling again...the one where I feel I'm on a sad carousel; I'm moving but I'm not going anywhere in particular.

I don't heart this feeling.

But I do heart the type of catharsis that only writing can provide:


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