When you think of Singapore, what do you picture? Most people would picture a clean, safe, and highly advanced city state. And they are certainly right. Singapore made the top 10 in the HDI Index and topped the Safety Index.
i remain seated in my simple pink chair. my fingers probe at the keyboard of this computer, and i begin to type freely.
staring through eyes of stone at the republic
oh, for which it stands
one nation like a burning stick
a stick that is almost snuffed out
the red flames curling up and turning the stick to carbon and ash
How can someone handle all this weight? This never-ending pressure is slowly crushing me. If ever I get a chance to breathe, and stretch my spine, it ends when the weight crashes back down.
The justice part of the American justice system has left the building.
You should absolutely not be able to convict someone of a crime and have them suffer zero consequences.
No jail time.
No parole.
This feels like the countdown to doomsday.
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...Proposing all branches be put under presidential control...
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My happiness had grown tremendously after a week of using a gratitude journal. Taking a moment each night to reflect on something or someone you are grateful for made my day so much better. It helped me focus on the positive aspects of my life.
How do I see the world? I see a lot of bad things. That’s what the news likes to show us. There’s war, poverty, hunger, death, school shootings, plane crashes, and of course the looming threat of climate change.
They don't think I notice
They don't think I notice how stingy we're becoming:
They don't think I notice the reluctance to use the propane heat.
They don't think I notice how cold it is when I crawl out of bed every morning.
Dear World,
I am teenager. I am on the cusp of life, a time when my entire life is ahead of me yet I am beginning to feel as if some parts of it are behind me.
I hate having genuine friends. I hate feeling connection. I hate how comfortable I feel. I hate how I feel like it’s okay stupid around them. I hate that I know I’m being genuine around them.
The world has long since held me down and forced me to instill myself with the notion that I am worthless.
I am not.
Or am I?