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day 5292: reflection
this is not a letter, just a few thoughts i had the urge to scribe down. tw: heavy on the rape. read only if you have spoons. it is funny where “it” still pops up. funny if you are… Continue reading
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day 4887: emotional labor
we meet. you are nice and kind. i put your oxygen mask on before mine. i just met you, but i love you. give. give. give. give. give. give. give. give. give. give. give. give. give. give. give. give. give.… Continue reading
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day 4856: let this be your last battlefield
hi dad. do you remember the doctor? yeah, he is pretty rad. he is actually a doctor which makes his nickname even cooler. last night, i was petrified to make the wrong decision when it came to him. i wanted… Continue reading
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day 4831: come alive
hi dad. who am i? i have gone twenty-two years just skating by without an answer. i have tried so very hard to fit in to my surroundings. to become what i thought i needed to be, not what i… Continue reading
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day 4826: rapture inside of me is on the rise
hi dad. for the first time in over a decade, mom has kept in contact with me for more than 24 hours. she and I had a 30 minute phone call on sunday. since then, we have texted every day.… Continue reading
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day 4825: writings from the past
from a poem i wrote at sixteen, about six years ago. i do not know if it was for school or a time i was hospitalized. anything in italics is something I edited for clarity. “Untitled By: Jenna removed last name for… Continue reading
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Day 4820: give ’em the ol razzle dazzle (bonus entry)
from a 08/30 journal entry I wrote. anything in italics is something I edited for clarity. “he wants nothing to do with me. Who knows which he I am referring to anymore. Is it Bond? Is it G? G is… Continue reading
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