This is a collection of journal entries. A compilation of thoughts that I have written in the margins of books, words scribbled out on the back of paper napkins and sentences taken from the lines of an old notebook. I doubt this will ever be read, But if you happen to stumble across it? Please be careful. Its all I have..
Saturday
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I just spent the last few hours having christmas with my family. . . remind me to tell you about it later..Anyways, I leave to go back to california in a few days. Then its two weeks of hardcore packing and saying goodbye to a place that was much much to good for me. In some wierd way I am almost glad to be coming back. Santa Cruz WAS to good for me - To happy, To positive - People got along there. How can I relate to that? I just can't be that way all the time. I think I prefer the concrete streets and starless skys of NYC then to be surrounded by somthing so beautiful all the time. A girl could get spoiled in a place like that. Can you understand a thing like that? Theres no search in santa cruz. I mean here in ny, I have to look daily for somthing beautiful - Somthing to believe in. I didnt have to look in california, everything was given to me. Beauty is a treasure not a gift - it should be found, not given.
Flame War
Hi world, So, over the last year or so, I've posted about social justice on social media. Almost every single post was commented on, ...
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I woke up today around 3am. I tried to go back to sleep, drifting in and out of a conscience state. I woke up today following a night of s...
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Blurry and the days get busier. I fill my days with work and sleep. I plant, I grow, I bake, I read.. I've noticed there's been a l...
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I found love years ago, last month last week, and over the weekend. I found love today and I’ll find it tomorrow together, forever, and alw...