Introduction
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Sign of the Times
It’s always a Sunday. It was Sunday’s when I’d get phone calls from him because he was in basic training. It was Sunday when I told him I felt nothing for him and that it was over. It’s always a god damn Sunday. Every day I ask myself if I’m strong enough to never see Continue reading
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Merry Christmas, Please Don’t Call
What used to be the season of cheer and love has now turned to fear and scarcity. I remember my first Christmas with a boyfriend. I was so happy, so irrevocably in love and the most excited I had ever been. Seasonal depression had left my body immediately. He was a ray of sunshine. He Continue reading
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I’m Scared I’ll Never Sleep Again
I do get asked by peers if I’m ready to start dating again. I tried it. Learned my lesson. Never again. I can’t trust myself enough to not say my ex boyfriend’s name to another man. I can’t trust myself enough to not run away if my ex ever objected at my wedding. I’m eloping Continue reading
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I Love You, I’m Sorry
Moving on feels like a betrayal to the man who loved me. The man I promised I’d stay no matter what. Choosing to leave him in the past feels like alcohol on a wound. A cigarette to my skin that he called soft and warmed up at any given time. I never intended to break Continue reading
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David
I write this on the six month anniversary of my first real break up. Three years not totally down the drain, just thought I’d have extended warranty. No, his real name isn’t David. There is no legitimate David in my life. I write while listening to David by Lorde. The lyric that I ask myself Continue reading
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Don’t Smile
I’ll admit, on a blog where I am supposed to be writing fearlessly, I have been writing cautiously. When you’ve come across rare, semi-rare, and not so rare experiences, the best way to cope with them is to speak on them. However, when these experiences involve other people, you tend to feel more caved in Continue reading
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New Romantics
My sophomore year of high school, my heart was ransacked, my mind was twisted, my soul was diminished. It was all I ever wrote about. It was the only thing I knew for certain as a 15-year-old girl. My life has been saved by many people, myself included. I have many people to thank for Continue reading
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Your Best American Girl
The first ever story I published on a website was titled ‘Your Best American Girl.’ Though it was published on my school’s website and it was a feature story about other hispanics growing up in America, I figured it was only right to name my first blog post the same thing. This time, I found Continue reading
Midnight Reflections 