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| It is every sad song. It comes unexpectedly, like the emptiness that comes with forgetting what was once important. It is a small, sharp needle lodged into the heart, puncturing at every beat. It is a scared child, a never ending consciousness It is every empty word and every ending goodbye. It often takes the shape of depression, despair, loneliness each new shape is a different hollow, dull, defeat. But a name and a shape mean nothing when one cannot remove the needle that drains the heart with every painful beat. | | |
| sad statement #203: I need a vacation... and I am on "summer vacation". Summer vacation is supposed to mean travel, touristing, tanning, bumming around, ice cream, swimming, summery things...since when did it become pick-up-an-internship-and-or-job-and-or-summer-school-to-remain-competitive-and-boost-your-resume?? of course I have no one to blame but myself. my spirit is dying slowly in this cubicle. | | |
| encouraging conversation with my mother today. By encouraging, I mean not. :
"Aww those kids are so cute," me, referring to a mother and three children across the street
"Mmm.. three is too many," my mother.
"I want to have babies!" me, in one of my moments.
"Mm. When you are a single mom, it will be hard," mother.
"What? Why would I be a single mom?" me, worried. and a bit offended.
"Mm. It is very likely for you."
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| Mondays are especially tragic. the cursor in my mind is blinking incessantly. | | |
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