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You know you worked hard
You're proud
Now you're not sure
You wish you worked harder.
I can definitely relate to this.
10/08/2018 - 6:33pm
the recipe says it has to sit for three hours before i cut into it
so i wait here
trying not to pay attention to the waft of apple cinnamon from the kitchen
I'm still trying to figure out how I got to this point.
And how I'm going to keep going.
a dream,
only i can see,
is so unreal.
The sun has gone, the sun has gone, it feels so cold out here. The leaves has fallen and the trees are bare. Why has the the sun left yet again?
I've blown my nose about 15 times in the last hour. I'm starting to feel that I'm blowing my own brain into the tissues.
My coach said I ran like a girl, I told him that if he runs a little faster he can too
-Mia Hamm
What if,
Someday we all look the same, act the same, walk the same, talk the same.
Will that be equality or will that just be uniformity.
That is a very good point. Equality should be accepting, not changing.
10/03/2018 - 8:42pm
Pay attention to the little details,
read the small signs.
They will determine your future.

Give love,
it will come back to you,
and you will live happier.

Make change.
If you want something,
the only way you can make it happen quickly
is by doing it yourself.
Writing for school entraps me in somewhere I should not be.
Why must I write in a constricted zone? About one topic? Why can't I explore my own imagination?


..and so I continue to wonder,

why?
When all goes wrong,
just
breathe...
It is hard to see the truth behind the farce,
which is why most don't try it.

It is hard to speak the truth when the truth is so harsh,
which is why I'm so quiet.
Every morning when I have to get up, I struggle, I wrestle with sleep, I think, 'This is so hard. It must be harder than yesterday, because there's no way I do this every morning.' And then, by midday, I forget, and I fight the same battle the next day. Waking up is hard.
I very much relate to this.
10/02/2018 - 6:45pm
The only thing more painful than not being able to speak,
is not being able to say what you mean.
I swallow my words, letting my anger be quenched by the downpour of guilt.
Beware, beware. The sun has left us. We walk through bitter winters and let the dogs bite our fingers. We breathe the smoke and let it choke us. We hear the gunfire and let it ring. We are in a war, but there are no sides. It just feels that way. And so the sun is gone. It is dark. We've had so many chances and we let them go. What have we done? Beware, beware.
They shut down the school. No one leaves their classroom, no one gets in the way as the police come through. And no one knows what's going on.

It could be anything. Shooter? Sure. Bomb threat? Why not? Stabbing? I mean, it's happened before.

I've grown fairly numb over time to these things, but this was the first time I was well and truly scared. Because this time my sister was in the building.
Sometimes I get this weird feeling, this feeling that I am not really me, that life really is a simulation and I’m the only one who can see it. It’s such a lonely feeling. I hate getting it. Because I forget who I am.
Today is the day I show people who I really am. Me.