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This is what it is like, she thinks, to have your heart broken. Really broken. Not just dumped or embarrassed, but broken in a way that you’ll regret for the rest of your life, that you’ll recall all the promise this thing between them held at odd moments in her day and she’ll tear up even though years have passed and he’s gone from her life.

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FAQ

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I’m currently on hiatus until I figure some things out however, I’ve been getting a lot of questions lately and I thought I would answer them. I don’t really consider this a new post,  it’s more like an extended comment. So here we go…

Tell me about yourself.Well this isn’t really a question but I’m a graduate student who suffers from depression and generalized anxiety. I’m married and I have 3…

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Clarification

Today I feel lost and confused but there is one point that I want to make clear. Remember Chris? I know I’ve mentioned him a few times but I don’t really post about him a lot and I wanted to make it clear that that is no indication of how I feel about him. I don’t post about him here because I don’t need to. This is where I come to figure things out, writing posts here helps me see things from…

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Something different

If you had told me 6 months ago that I would be at a mexican restaurant drinking a shot of tequila with J for A’s birthday I would have rolled my eyes and laughed in your face. So how did I end up there on friday night? The answer to that is simple and yet complicated. The simple answer is that I was invited (the whole class was invited so it’s not like they singled me out or anything.) Still,…

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Toxic

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People exist in an ocean of feelings and I believe that everyone else was given a jet ski so they’re able to skim right along the surface while I was given a submarine and left with little choice but to sink to the bottom.

Maybe the problem is that I try to take people down with me, to show them what I see, and they end up drowning.

I’m starting to think that I’m toxic. Everything I touch dies.…

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storms

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It’s storming. I love thunderstorms. When I was younger I thought the storms came especially for me, that they were a reflection of my mood. It would give me such a thrill to see the world suddenly growing dark and ominous. Flashes of lightning licking the sky. The slow rumble of thunder announcing to the world the presence of my pain. And then of course there’s the rain. Torrents of rain pouring…

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