Category: Dear Diary,
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Or maybe i’m just tired and it’s raining
Unfinished thoughts from a melodramatic journal My mother says it’s something she felt for a week, then went for a walk and never felt again. I tried to tell her about this awful pit my body seems to crave returning to, like a sick homeostasis. A numb, painful emptiness that I know I’ll come back…
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Questions On Love
What I know to be love—will it feel the same in years to come? My first and only love enveloped me in a whirlwind of romance, whimsy, and dreamy allure—things I’d only ever fantasized about before. Yet, beneath it all lingered a sensation that made me question whether I truly deserved it. What I once…
Avril Song 