Ok.. on my way again. Back to the city.. back to this magnificent concrete playground that I too soon called home. Home is where you make it, home is where your heart lives and your hopes are happy. Kinda like where ET is, just better.
Speaking of better. I kinda don't think this place is better then the last place. Scarier yes. But better? I'm not sure..
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..
Monday
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...