things that are true.
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Topic
emotional
A collection of 24 issues
Theydies and Gentlethems, FRUSTRATING TIMES
Everything bad you heard about WordPress is true,
And despite the software fork of it,
This thing has been fucking frustrating.
This cobbled together thing is still mine
So I forgo sleep, peace, creativity
Trying every forum post and whim,
With Support Desk in my inbox
More than my loved
Albi's Notes on Invisibility
So I've been so stressed and focused on the negative (read: recent clusterfuck and such), that for a moment I forgot to have fun. You may have noticed that the silly, lighter posts have stopped. I also haven't done fanfic in awhile. And some feelings I
Lighthouse
I said I wasn't gonna do this again.
But it doesn't count if it's unpolished.
It doesn't count if the resources are right at the tip of my tongue.
But I think of these two groups I'm in, and how
The Story Everyone Has
Everyone has their The One That Got Away story.
I'm no exception.
Let's call her Sally.
We met in college and became friends. We were a close-knit group, most of us in the same field of study. We both liked anime and hanging out on the
All That I'm Feeling
My partners and therapists have been asking how I am feeling, post-election results. That's the easy part: Disgust. Frustration. Rage. Determination and Resolve. Exhaustion. But out of all the emotions I can list, I can't say I was surprised. A large part of me suspected the
Part 2: The Call to Action
FUCK TRUMP
Fuck every one of you who voted for him.
Fuck the system for not being broken, but working just as intended.
To the Queers, the Black and Brown People, The Poor, The Disabled, The Marginalized, and anyone else terrified and angry and numb and everything else:
I know
In which I whine about October
It's a rough month for me. I know I say this every year, but truly. It has every reason to be.
Some of the most harrowing events of my personal life occurred during this month. I try not to ruminate (weak emphasis on try) but I just end
One Degree (Mourning and Resolution)
I'm still trying to break free of the notion that I gotta have a long 500-word-count-MLA-essay for it to be blog-worthy.
Content Warning for suicide mention (and to say: I am fine. Just saddened.)
I first read about it in other statuses since we travel in similar circles
The Post-Move Blues
I'm now alone here
House empty and beige
Windows wide open
And the tiredness
Finally seeping in
A failed lynchpin
Staring out to the trees
Understanding, at last,
The cause for the distance
And realizing
That I can't carry any more
Day 21 Week 21
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