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Searching for the right(write) words.
I sit in the eye of the storm trying to make sense of all I see.
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
A Little Bit of What I Wrote Today
During all this, I celebrated my twenty-third birthday. I invited two of the girls who were a bit older and I was close with. She overheard us talking afterwards. She wanted to know why I hadn't invited her. Seriously? Why the fuck would I invite someone like that? Was she delusional? I could never relax around her at work; I was never letting her into my home.
I know it needs some editing, but I just wrote it, so there.
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non-fiction,
Writing
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