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May 22nd
On a day like this, I thought everything would matter. On a day like this, I thought I’d want only one thing. I can’t even believe how wrong I was. If someone would have come up to me a year ago today, and told me exactly how things would turn out, I would not have believed them even a little bit. Mostly because I knew where my life was going and I knew how I wanted my life to end up; Wrong again. I can’t believe how much has changed. I can’t believe who I’ve turned out to be. I can’t believe how happy I am to be who I am, how I am. I’m surprised (and even scared) at the strength I’ve developed. I love the chaos I call my life. Even more, I love the people in my life.
Anachronistic Bereavement
She was shivering so violently, she couldn’t even move her lips to talk. Her eyes felt glued shut and she felt as if she was tripping. Bright colors flashed behind her eyelids and her brain was pulsating.
“Sweetheart, why are you shivering? You’re so warm. Honey, you’re so hot.”
She heard him, and she wanted to answer him. She wanted to tell him how cold she was, but her jaw was clenched so tightly she swore it was locked. She felt him leave the bed. She didn’t know where he went, and she was scared. She continued to shake and her face felt wet. Was she sweating? Was she crying? Probably both.
Time had passed, she was unsure how much, but she realized she was not in the bed anymore. She heard a stranger’s voice mumbling something. She knew she was in the back-seat of a car, laid across the leather bench. She could hear him crying. Suddenly, she sat straight up and was screaming bloody murder. Her eyes were wide, and the scream tumbling from the pit of her stomach sounded like an alarm. Then, everything went black.
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I need feminism
because it took eighteen years for me to hear the definition of feminism.
20
Today, I don’t want to be 20. I don’t want to be responsible. I don’t want to have a full time job. I don’t want to have a to-do list with things that need to get done, or I’ll be in a shit load of trouble. I don’t want to have bills. I don’t want to think about my loans. I don’t want to sit in my stress and let it boil up to a panic attack again. I don’t want to save my money. I especially don’t want to think about what is happening soon and how it will affect my life in the next couple of months. I don’t want to be 20 today. It fucking sucks.
