Bullet Journal
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On Leaving Bullet Journal
When something doesn’t feel like it serves your mental health anymore, it’s time to quit it. Right? When I was teenager and well into my twenties, I carried coins in my pocket. There was no intention of buying anything with them. And besides, snack and soda machines all cost more than a few measly coins Continue reading
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A Retrospect Pt. 2
I once said that you gave me strength. That every time I spoke out, it was in your voice. So when I left you in the past, I became lost. And this lost-ness is how I defined myself. As I gained weight, I lost the urge to dress like you. To seek out if you Continue reading
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A Retrospect Pt. 1
I thought about you again. In those perfect empty moments past midnight as I lay in bed waiting for sleep’s arms to cradle me, a figment of memory fluttering behind my closed lids. The auditory hallucination of your voice calling me from the other side of my bedroom wall. I checked my phone for the Continue reading
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Coming Soon
I started writing a poem a couple of months ago. It’s just a stanza written within my bullet journal. Continue reading
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All that may be
Last night’s post is my last “real” post of the year. It’s a better, less raw, version of an earlier-but-now-deleted post. It’s not a secret how terrible second half of the year has been. From not getting the position I wanted to the devastating loss of three beautiful people. Not that the first half wasn’t Continue reading
Chapin City Blues 