Bittersweet Adolescence
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Moral Conscience
A short story about the role karma contributes to one’s life unexpectedly. Karma chooses who it wants, when it wants. Women all over the globe know this all too well. Continue reading
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we can’t be friends
I can’t believe I used to have faith in an insipid, immature boy that thinks posing in front of an ambulance is great Instagram content. What was I actually thinking? Did I seriously believe this was the one for me? A boy that still acts the same way he used to in seventh grade? What’s… Continue reading
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I Wish you Roses
Before I began dating my current boyfriend, I had a friend named James who I considered great. I met James in my seventh grade math class. I was a very outgoing kid and made it my mission to make others feel my presence and smile. I would talk to anybody and everybody. Any silence would… Continue reading
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Forever December
December is that time of month in a young girls life where she gets a year closer to not being young anymore. It’s me. I’m the young girl. December is my birth month and the older I get, the more I love that my birthday is during the most beautiful month of the year. I… Continue reading
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Anti-Hero
Taylor Swift’s ‘Anti-Hero’ is one of her most relatable pieces but overplayed, which is why people say otherwise. If you’re anything like me, you’ve probably had moments where you realized you were the only person in the room that everybody else saw as a burden. You probably have seen yourself as a lost Waldo, yet… Continue reading
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Soon You’ll Get Better
I think I speak for not only my family but for everyone with a beloved mother that the hardest thing to experience in life is sickness. No matter the severity of any illness whether it’s a cold, flu, maybe even strep throat, it hurts to witness your mother get sick. The worst part of witnessing… Continue reading
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Look After You
Last year I made a brave decision not every young person has to make. In fact, i’ve made a lot of decisions that not many people my age have ever had to make. Around this time last year, it would’ve been two and half months since I had last seen my boyfriend. We didn’t break… Continue reading
Midnight Reflections 