Category: My Story

Little Fears

12/13/17 Hey babe, There are something you don’t know, actually a lot of things you don’t know about me… although you know more than most, there is still a lot you don’t know even though we spent every waking minute of the past two weeks together. Honestly it probably was the best two weeks of…

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The Manger

I wasn’t born in a golden crib, I’m not sure if I said this before but I really wasn’t. Compared to those who are still back home some might say I do live a privileged life… “now” however it wasn’t always that way. There was a time I only had used worn out clothes from…

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PTSD of Party Life

I know I am twenty three and I am way too young to alienate myself like I am doing here…. But the thing is I feel as I made so many mistakes, a lot of mistakes most of them I can’t I can’t fix. Maybe my biggest fear is repeating them, maybe my biggest fear…

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Wonderful ✨

Wouldn’t it be a wonderful world if we could all communicate like adults verbally, politely, and thoroughly without disrespect, pride or fear. Wouldn’t be a wonderful world, to accept that there are kind people in the world who still care and love you regardless of how much you hurt them because they know your heart…

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Surviving Childhood

I first started to write at the age of 9, It was my escape from reality, living in a country and a place I never felt welcomed in, I decided to create a world of my own. A world without so much pain, a world where magic exists at every turn. Everyday I would come…

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Without You

I’m here without you, and it’s okay for the most part. Although you’re no longer here to put your arm around my shoulder as we figure this thing called life with all it’s plot twist and turns I’m alright After finding you and making love, I no longer watch sex scenes in romantic movies and…

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Girl at the party

In a crowded room.. A party to be more specific, I would be the girl watching you. All of you….   Dressed to blend in, little make up not to draw too much attention, although on a occasion even then some people seem to notice me anyway. Usually envious glares from girls because I don’t…

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I’m Not White

The other day I made friends with homeless people, I was drunk. When I say that I don’t mean it in that way as if I made a mistake. It wasn’t I don’t regret it, I wish I had the same amount of courage when I am sober. We are all bias in a way,…

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