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  • Maybe Next Week

    Do you ever scroll through old pictures and get sad? You know, the other night I was sad that I wasn’t sad. I couldn’t fall asleep because all I could think about was when the next time I’d be sad would be. Odd, isn’t it? But I miss it. For some reason, when I’m sad,…

  • He Taught Me How to Cry

    I want to talk about something, but I’m not really sure how to. I met a man two years ago when I moved to Maine, and he taught me how to cry again. For a long time, I only cried maybe once a year, if that. I remember us sitting in my living room on…

  • The 1% Chance

    There are parts of myself I still hate. No matter how far I come in life or how much I think I’ve grown, there are still parts of the little girl inside me that I hate with a passion. I hate the part of myself that will drop everything for a 1% chance at winning.…

  • Cheeky Little Crushes & Terminal Burnout

    For the past two months, I feel like I’ve been in severe burnout—like terminal burnout, where I couldn’t see it ever ending. I’ve never experienced burnout like this in my entire life, and it was awful. Yesterday was the first day I was able to be productive and convince myself I didn’t need to scroll…

  • Will It Ever Be Enough?

    Can I say something without you thinking I want to die? Sometimes the thought, “I can’t wait to die,” crosses my mind. Not because I want to die now, or because I hate my life, or because I’m miserable. It’s more that I feel like nothing is ever going to be enough. At least when I die,…