On that day in the car

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Day 352/366

We sat there, quietly making our way along a highway that we’ve passed a million times before. The song comes on and I start tearing up while thinking of everything that we were letting go off and leaving behind. I look at you as if it were the last time and you were crying as well.

Despite everything, all the fights, the tears, the screaming… despite knowing that this was the only way, we held on to each other like we always used to do. We said nothing because we already knew what didn’t need to be put into words.

Nobody said it would be easy leaving the person you loved most.

 

On the struggle

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Day 107/366 thoughts

Stop kidding yourself. No matter how many lies you make up about the kind of life you live or the kind of person you are, the web that you’ve woven will unravel and reveal the ultimate truth: that you’re a sham.

To live authentic is the ultimate struggle in this 21st century, self-entitled, millennial world.

On my first love

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Day 19/366 thoughts

She’s right, of course. Every word is true.

It’s just not the whole truth. She doesn’t mention how you looked at me in the lunchroom that first day. Or how you blushed when your best friend, Kevin, said, “Why him?” and I tweaked your earlobe and replied, “Because he’s cute.” Or how nice you were to my rat even though you were terrified. Or how proud you were of me when I won the speech contest in Phoenix. Or how-I don’t know, how do you explain it?-how we just fit together.

Ok, so you’re not perfect. Who is?

Sure, Susan makes sense. But my heart doesn’t care about sense. My heart never says” Why? Only: Who?

Excerpt from Love, Stargirl by Jerry Spinelli

On being myself

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Day 4/366 thoughts

In 2015, I struggled with finding a creative outlet to keep me sane while I worked my dreary day job. I tried joining an online art class and started a sketch-a-day project (among other creative projects) and, surprise surprise, I wasn’t able to stick to any of them.

So this year, I’ve decided to “try” and rekindle my high school love for writing. I used to write for the school newspaper (only features because I can’t for the life of me, write anything news related) and kept journal since the first grade so maybe MAYBE this’ll stick for the whole of 2016.

The rules are simple. Just keep piecing together words until I see something post-worthy. There is no limit to my posts nor is there a required amount of posts. Just. keep. creating.