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Lesson #4257: ask for what you want

How can you improve me? What can you teach me about life? Do you want to take this journey with me? What can you give me? What can you do for me? I want you to make me feel confident, … Continue reading

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Does anyone else track dates?

On July 4, 2018, I lost my best friend. I made a decision that did not feel like it was me making it; I made the decision to stop. It was a hard time. Truely difficult. I had built this … Continue reading

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Did you develop a bad habit because of a past negative experience?

2 years post London; 6 years pre San Francisco: whenever i get annoyed at you, i start missing you within the hour and i forget all about your hurful behavior. i tell myself to ‘be cool’, to not say anything … Continue reading

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play on broken strings

I must tell you something: You don’t know how good it feels to grasp that you are okay. To actually know. that time in London, and time after hearing the song that used to break me, cloud my mind and … Continue reading

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Come at me bra

The difference between him and Mr B was that, B, as immature as he was, never tried to repeatedly fault me, and insist on his obvious attraction save my ‘crazy ways’. No one should be allowed to cause this much … Continue reading

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Time to carpe some diem

He offered her the world, she said she had her own I’ve been asking myself recently if it’s in my nature to back away and ignore people whom I know will and want to do it all for me. Why do I … Continue reading

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“I live for the nights I can’t remember with the people I won’t forget”

I imagined they would sweep the room and keep a record. So much documented, but so little open to the world. There were so many rules to live by, it was easy to presume I was breaking the law, maybe … Continue reading

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