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note to self: healing can be so hard when your inner child wants love, your teenage self wants revenge, and your adult self only wants peace.
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a collection of passing lines, random photos, and half-baked ideas. some things are just worth noticing.
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apologies to the ones i left unread, my inbox blown up while i vanished into thin air; i like the idea of being someone's peace- but unfortunately, i am a menace.
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on the days when i am trying to crawl out of alcohol withdrawal symptoms, like right now, i often think of a few lines by Charles Bukowski. "some men never die and some men never live but we're all alive tonight."
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sisters, i have accepted the person i was is equally dead. i had the funeral for my old self.
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imagine hurting me the way you did, and still, even now, i pray to God and bow to Buddha for you, asking that you be safe, find peace, and have the strength to live the life you want.
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i want to earn my own money because i never want money to be the reason i hold on to someone, and i never want money to be the reason i walk away. if you ask me to choose between love and bread, i'd say: give me all