Journal
A daily journal in the life of I–battles of self, surrender, and purpose
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Rip my soul out my chest
Because it feels like I can’t breathe. Distract me from my mistakes because it’s getting hard to see; contemplating therapy. God has a chokehold on me while the humans of this world pick at every scab on my skin. Is it sad I enjoy it? Is it sad I enjoy…
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Setting my life ablaze one day at a time
How dare I show my face here; how dare I show my face anywhere. Digging myself into a hole I may never get out of—voluntarily. My life has always been one of search and exploration; now it’s become one of craving and romanticism. I told my mom the other day…
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am I scared?
Do I have a reason to be? Others being scared for me—-scares me. Please stop. I’m more scared of things that have no matter. Not for my life. Away with it for all I care. Gruesome? Maybe. And still I laugh at the stupidity that spills out my mouth. Why…
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Sometimes I miss the lonely tunnels of NYC
I’ve come to realize every city is empty;no matter how many people are in it. LA is just the same and I don’t know if I’d rather be lonely hereor there. Maybe neither. I’d rather be alone in a place where there is no one and not the illusion of…
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Sometimes I don’t know what I live for
And I do wonder if I will lose my words some day. Hopefully, it’ll be intentional. Some may take me as a fool for wanting such simplicity in life. Why would she build up something so big and then leave it all behind? Why not? See our problem is we…