The Real Life
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My Mother used to read my journal. I think she only did it a few times – but those were the only times I caught her. As you may expect a pre-teen to react when one finds out their secrets were unleashed, I became dramatically upset. However, my anger was immediately overshadowed by the red
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Have I told you how I’m feeling lately? No? Well, I won’t bore you with those details. You know what I hate? Actually, ‘“hate” is a strong word. It’s something I haven’t felt since I “grew up”. The last time I hated something was back in high school when I’d yell at my Mother, “I
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Yes, I know this is not a typical post- but I have a lot of sides to me ranging from a deeply insightful and creative individual to a very basic consumerist. I encourage you to embrace all your sides!
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Dear Friend, It’s been a hot minute, hasn’t it? Someone reminded me of you earlier and I thought I would reach out. Our friendship did end somewhat abruptly. Why was that? We met when we were 10 years old. I was a new student, entering the 5th grade, and understandably very shy. The teacher sat
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Why do ghost stories still scare me? I know they aren’t real. Still, I psych myself out at the most random moments. For instance, I’ll simply be washing my hands in the bathroom. Then from the corner of my eye, I could have sworn I saw the shower curtain move. I stare at it hard,
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But first, we need to finish two thousand nineteen. Doesn’t it give you the chills? We’re only 19 years into the the 21st century – we’re such babies! In less than a year we will be in the 20s again. Just like some people back in 1919 thought, and in 1819, and in 1719, and
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This year, Christmas included watching Friday the 13th, a cartoon about agnosticism, baking usual and unusual Christmas cookies, and of course, more Costco. Christmas with my family is never disappointing. I think it mainly stems from the joy we gain in spending time with each other. However, after too much time with them, you do
Simply Kayla 