I spent the entire morning laying in bed, listening to mixtapes I made my freshman year of high school. It took me back to a time when I wore dark sweaters every day and never brushed my hair, fancying myself both rebellious and artistic. The only difference between then and now is back then I didn't think I needed other people. Now I cling to ( Read more... )

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Went to the doctor for a physical yesterday. I don't weigh as much as I thought I did, thank heavens. Dr. Mielke said I was in very good shape, shined a light down my throat, tapped my stomach. The hospital gown is the most awkward piece of clothing in the universe, truly truly I say unto you. I got some blood work done as well, just to check ( Read more... )

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I've come to realize the words I use to describe who I am and how I feel do not belong to me. There is a tendency to attach song lyrics, poems, or passages from novels to my memories and feelings, to the people and experiences I've come across in my life. Beverly Cleary narrated my childhood, Sylvia Plath tells my present. Sibylle Baier conducts ( Read more... )