March 2012
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drunken dream #226.)
I was laying on my bed, picking at my nails. Next to me was a boy I knew from middle school. The last time I’d seen him was about five years ago at our high school orientation. I didn’t think he remembered me because in middle school I sat in front of him and we never really talked, but he’d said ‘hi’ to me while we were being shown around Durango. And somehow, we...
February 2012
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drunken dream #225.)
The plane landed in a town in France. It was gorgeous. The streets were lined with restaurants where people sat at small tables surrounded by gates lined with strings of tiny yellow lights. I had my video camera tucked under my arm, recording everything around me.
We students were all leaving Grant Sawyer Middle School. I saw a few old friends walk by, but they didn’t notice me. I stood on...
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drunken dream #224.)
We were at the basement of the school. Everybody worshiped us for we were the popular girls. Even the janitor let us convert the basement — which used to be his sort of closet — to a hangout spot for us. He even granted us access to the elevator. I told the girls I had to get to class so I hugged them and said ‘bye’ before walking to the elevator. The doors opened to reveal...
rant: i'm sorry
i can’t show you how to not care about what’s happened in the past. i can’t teach you to not give a shit about the people who fucked you over. i can’t help you muster up enough confidence to realize you don’t need to be afraid to be alone
it took me years to realize how true these words are:
“You’re supposed to be the leading [role] in your own...
