Honey, do

January 5, 2017

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this, honey, do that! Buy me these, bring me this, stat! While I text another man! Stay here, keep me safe. While I text another man! Keep me company, keep me sane. Until I find another man! Falling for me, are you? Try not to, if you can! Because when this is over, I will […]

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Hello, 2017

January 2, 2017

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My coworker, an older, short Mexican man, walked over to the edge of the shop and asked, “Why do you look so sad? New Year depression?” I looked up at him and sort of grinned, having expected this conversation to happen. “I told you,” I said, referring to the answer I gave him earlier. “Women.” “Ah,” […]

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Human

December 29, 2016

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Ben sat listening to his friend attentively. Everything that left her lips was absorbed and analyzed to great detail. Most of it hurt to listen to. It hurt because he felt her pain, and because he loved her. Loved her romantically, and also platonically. Or was it lustfully and platonically? He wasn’t sure, but platonically […]

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Regret

December 17, 2016

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“If I had a gun, I’d shoot myself,” I said plainly. My therapist fidgeted uncomfortably in his chair. “Is that so?” I nod. “I was hanging out with some friends the other night, and one of them talked about staring at his gun and thinking long and hard about it. I’m pretty sure I would […]

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Story of My Life (Pt. 2)

November 23, 2016

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The other night, that twenty-three year old had the balls to do something ballsy: He went to his former chick friend’s apartment to talk to her. It was a completely impulsive decision, yet it took a good amount of courage to sum up. Isn’t that something? He had to summon up the courage to talk to someone […]

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Story of My Life

November 12, 2016

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There once was a twenty-three year old who felt broken. He’d felt this way plenty of times before, but this time seemed a little different. It seemed more definite. There might have been hope in the past, but now that hope had died. There was no fixing, only mending. He’s single, and has been for […]

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Made to Last

July 16, 2016

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Broken, alone and lost.  Sitting before a panel, Hearts all covered in frost.  Among them, myself.  The cruelest of the bunch.  The only one to question, While the rest judge. Their minds already concluded, Sentencing set to life.  Yet I haven’t reached a verdict.  Questions still remain.  What forces conspire, Wheedle, hinder, devise, Or otherwise […]

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