December 2010
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everything becomes past tense.
when I use to live in this house, when I use to sleep in my room. we got new carpet and I have a large window that faces the sun at all times it seems like. and when the sun poured onto the new carpet during the middle of the afternoon, it created a large, square-shaped ray. I use to lie on the floor in the sun and try to sleep.
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someone told me today, “your love for life is flat out intoxicating.” and I think that is quite possibly the greatest thing anyone has ever told me. and it meant so much.
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voices swallowing my soul.
I have this [new] thing where, every night, I lay back on my bed and put my legs and feet up against the wall, shut the lights off, plug my headphones into my laptop, and listen to a few, select songs with my eyes closed. it’s my favorite thing to do as of late. and every time I do it, I get goosebumps. I feel like this is one of the best ways to experience music. when you shut everything...
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oh, I love you a lot. oh, I love you from the top...
I cry a lot. and I don’t mean that in a depressed way. I just cry in the simplest way that the word “cry” could ever mean. I would be embarrassed [and okay, tearing up during Wheel of Fortune is a bit embarrassing but I’m not completely ashamed], but I guess being this emotional just fits with who I am. I don’t know how to not be myself. and I don’t know how to...
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realizing that to come home, I have to leave home too.
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see how they resemble one another.
I love my brother. he is my favorite person in the entire world. and because of my emotional habits, I’ve always been the type of sister that got pissed when something unfair happened to him, teared up when he was hurting too, and felt ecstatic when he was feeling happy as well. and right now, as he deals with some loneliness at university…my heart breaks for him. my heart...
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like a feather.
I never meant to feel like this. but I don’t think I ever stopped crying. every day, we die a little bit more. and so in the end, we’re all just feathers. what happens when we stop floating? your face is obscured by the glare from the computer. messing with a few codes while I’m waiting for dinner. we use to spend time together. now we waste time together. I don’t think...