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The Distance Between Us

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a corked bottle with a scroll inside it, lying on the ground near a body of water

Alternative Title 1: Why Does Friendship Get Harder as You Get Older? Alternative Title 2: For Julie Friendship is a funny thing. One moment you’re going about the business of existing in a capitalist world that takes everything from you (your time, your energy, your relationships, your dignity, your will to live, et cetera) and […]

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Becoming

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You will take ages to decide and when you finally do, you will never stop wondering whether you chose well.

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Pieces of My Life

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procrastination

Here is some advice: Your procrastination is not your friend. And it is horrible for your anxiety. Trust me, I’ve been burned. I have been to the place where all those ‘tomorrows’ you think never come finally call a meeting, decide to #resist, and lie in wait to ambush you. I barely made it out […]

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Lost Love: The Notebook(s)

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the notebook

There are things we go through that we are supposed to grow through. Things that beat us about, press us into a corner, force us to rethink everything. Things that teach us what matters and what doesn’t, things that help us become. Difficult things, like high school or losing everything you own. Then there are […]

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Working Class: The Story So Far

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Adulthood here I come! Sort of. I’ve met 30-something-year-olds who claim that they are still trying to become successful adults so I don’t know. I may not get the hang of it until I’m retired. I can say ‘retired’ because I am now a part of the working class. Again, sort of.  I have only […]

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Girls Need Girls

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I remember being 13 years old, in Class Seven and in boarding school for the first time. I remember retiring at night to my metal bed in Mississippi Dorm and laughing with my cube mates till House Mother stalked in, annoyed and yelling, with a kitambaa tied around her head. I remember Emma, the lovely, […]

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This Thing, Youth

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I should probably start by saying; I have no idea what I’m doing. Really. I have a habit of starting new things out of rage. Okay, no. Frustration. Yeah, let’s call it frustration. Rage is that ugly thing that makes a woman slash the tires of her 37 year old boyfriend who happens to have […]

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Twenty

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The teenage years are behind me as of yesterday, and if ever I had ambivalence dominating my thoughts, this is it. And it’s not only because I recently became privy to the knowledge that adolescence in many people does not end until they are going on 22, and I am desperate not to fall under […]