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Where do I start?
Writing here is useless. No one reads my journal really. I only have to do this for myself........ I feel like my brain cells are fast decaying.
Writer's block is at bay once more. It has been tremendously hard to write anything these last couple of months. I can't say that nothing happened over the said time period because a lot did. It's not like ( Read more... ) -
Single Lady
LOL, seriously..... me and politics? hahaha.
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Today
Today was naturally random. hahahhaha.
The day was kind of slow. We didn't have training; so, we spent all afternoon on material making.
I washed a kid's bottom today!! OMG, ahahhaha.
Thank God my practice run went well. I like Eli and his poo didn't stink.
We have a bond now, no? LOL.
Then, while going to and fro the comfort room for a good 20 ( Read more... ) -
See
I've proven my theory that even if I finally manage to snag a job, nothing will change with how you treat me.
I know, I know. I'm still training, but I'm more or less a working girl now.
I'm in my 20's already and you still treat me like you did when I was still a teenager/student.
I've been too sheltered. Independence was introduced a bit too late. I ( Read more... ) -
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Catch/Release
Midnight madness has reached a goal
Betty grew her wings of gold.
“It’s about flying,” she said
Told Tom about wintry presses:
Crumbling rain is as easy as ever
He stepped outside to confirm her story
Instead, he caved in and relapsed
Betty was fluttering close by
“Haven’t I been telling you off those little
paper twigs you keep burning?”
“Yes, ( Read more... ) -
OMG. BRAIN. DEAD.
WHAT. THE. FUCK.
I feel sleep deprived. I don't lack sleep (not that I know of). All i can think of when I'm up is to go back to bed. My head hurts. I am not sure if it's a migraine, if it's from the heat, or if it's because of my eyes (the grade). I tend to steer away from naps because I know it will disrupt my sleep at night. That, and since, it's ( Read more... ) -
i am NOT okay and i can't fcuking sleep.
i want to stop thinking because it's tiring. i usually keep mum about most of the things i'm thinking.
the more serious things are attempted to be buried at the back of my mind. yes, i am in denial.
when i talk about the things that bother me, that is just the tip of the iceberg.
those are little tidbits. the big picture is in the attic, half- ( Read more... ) -
Can You Feel That Tingle?
There is something
About not knowing, never known
The sense of anonymity
An air of mystery, nameless
A gaze unadorned
No first times
No second takes
A passing daze
That is a clean slate
Of histories and future tales unwanted
Wooden blocks left fresh, unfinished
And so, ends meet the beginnings
Tied with a bow of
A muted shade of gray
Passed as ( Read more... )
