April 2013
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March 2013
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Forgotten
In the middle of a forgotten field, in a forgotten world, stands a deteriorating cabin held up by rusting hinges. Many may overlook its appearance and move on about their day, while few stop and take a quick glance. Even less so will, with absolute curious minds, wander inside in search of something even unknown to them.
The pathway leading to the house is neither promising or welcoming, though...
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Honestly could not sit on my bed reading my AP US History book any longer… My head hurts from thinking so hard, trying to comprehend all that… history.
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Being Alone
He actually enjoyed being alone, and when he wasn’t alone he imagined he was alone, and so in the nonphysical of senses he was alone; the whole world was tuned out, even when it was laid out in front of him asking to be recognized and reconciled with.
He spent his days independently wandering the streets of Manhattan, hiding in safe alleyways where dirt and grime festered; where being alone was...
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A parody of F. Scott Fitzgerald
There was dancing now on the balcony overlooking the ocean spread into rooms from within the crowded house among separated clutters of various couples and their friends; dancing where the sun shown in hidden corners of infinite darkness just before it began to set. … I was not dancing but rather examining the newly wedded. I was sitting at a table between two people, a couple, who felt compelled...
February 2013
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Everything’s falling, and I am included in that...
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Prompt from my English teacher: Write a monosyllabic, at least 350 word, creative writing piece.
Mad at what she wrote, she once more threw her work out to start fresh. She had been at the desk for quite some time now, yet the right words would not come. Her pen soon ran out of ink, and so she took out a new one in hopes a new pen might clear her brain. She glanced out her room’s door....
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I joined a creative writing class, which means I think I will return to this writing project/blog of mine and try and add some thoughts a little more often.
Part of me wills to write, and the other more apathetic side of me wishes my thoughts will type themselves out so I can just watch as my words are posted without the movement of my fingers.
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“So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and...”
– Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower
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“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung...”
– C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves
January 2013
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I’m sick of waiting. I spend all my life waiting, and I don’t even know for what.
December 2012
6 posts
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Don’t it always seem to go, that you don’t know what you got ‘till it’s gone?
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Someone told me the other day that they always see me smiling and happy and laughing. I found this an awesome compliment, particularly because I am nowhere near happy right now. Not even close. Maybe this makes me feel better. But only a little.
November 2012
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Banana Pancakes by Jack Johnson
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I’ve had no will to write, not a will to cuddle around the unkempt fireplace with myself and my thoughts, burning vibrantly between abstract flames in the most shivering of cold nights.
What has it been? Has this world kept me away from what keeps me sane? Am I insane as I am now? Or contrastingly does an expressive mind spur insanity, confusion, and dark thoughts?
October 2012
13 posts
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Today I was asked a personal question. It was a personal question which I didn’t have a respectable answer for. It made me wonder about myself.
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“Sometimes a kind of glory lights up the mind of a man. It happens to nearly...”
– John Steinbeck, East of Eden
men: I can’t stand girls with low self-esteem, it’s such a turn off
men: Ew a fat girl ew stretch marks I want to be able to pick a girl up and kiss her and hold her in the air wow she has a flat chest mosquito-bite boobs oh gosh I don’t like boobs that big they get in the way I want a flat tummy on my girl oh she has to have a great body no love handles yuck beef curtains are gross I like big nipples I like small nipples yuck thunder thighs no that’s too thin you look anorexic I love curves no not plus-size just skinny girls with small waists and big hips wow caked on make-up is such a turn-off yet I worship this celebrity that has never been seen without make-up and I watch porn so my idea of a real woman is thousands of dollars in plastic surgery and I have unreasonable standards that real women will never be able to attain
September 2012
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I don’t know what a best friend is. I don’t know if I have one.
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Listen
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