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The Older I Get, The Less I Know. Turning 25. Love. Dear Abby. A Fairytale, Brothers Grimm Style. A Little Sarcasm. Some Humor. A Reference to James Joyce. All In All, I Hope An Interesting Read. I Think That Sums It Up.
Caution: In a piece to make James Joyce proud, I’ve realized that the older I get, the less I know. And because it’s 2:56AM and my head is killing me and I really need to go to bed right now, … Continue reading
Afflictions of a Romantic Heart Maybe it was silly, but she was a romantic. At heart, all she wanted was to be someone’s one and only, to have someone’s sun rise and set with her. She wanted love and passion … Continue reading
If I was 17, I could find it in between the cushions of somebody’s couch. I could find it, I could find it. If I was 17, I could find it in a dream, a dime a dozen kind of … Continue reading
Cut, and Cut Again The basement was cold. Loud. Lit by the fluorescent lights that highlighted her pink cheeks and drunk eyes. She hadn’t wanted to come, hadn’t planned to stay. She had told him she’d be back in an … Continue reading