Author Archives: what sandra thinks

About what sandra thinks

Sandra is a writer, blogger, poet, artist, emotional disaster. She thinks far too much and sleeps far too little. Sandra lives in the Northeastern U.S. but dreams of an oceanfront home in Hawaii where she could learn to surf. She loves books, brutal honesty, coffee, and the color black. She hates insincerity, beer, whipped cream, and facebook. And she is uncomfortable talking about herself in the third person.

un-friend-able.

Posted on 26 January 2020

I don’t quite understand why anyone would want to be friends with me. If I wasn’t me, I don’t know that I’d want to be friends with me. I lean strongly toward no. [Aside: I just realized that this may … Continue reading →

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fucked up fresh start.

Posted on 8 January 2020

When I started blogging, I wanted my online persona to be me, but different. It was my chance to start fresh. My chance to not be known as Sandra, the depressed chick. No one would have any preconceived notions about me. … Continue reading →

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it’s something.

Posted on 3 January 2020

As of today, my last post has 48 likes. I’m sure to some that’s nothing… and to others it’s something. To me, right now, knowing I have barely been here for months, it’s definitely something. Do people actually like me? … Continue reading →

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she’s alive.

Posted on 28 November 2019

Dear Anyone Who Still Reads My Blog, Hello. I thought I’d let you know that I’m still alive. Due to unfortunate circumstances, I haven’t been around. But I think of my friends here often, and I miss this place. I … Continue reading →

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just for me.

Posted on 18 September 2019

I rarely do things ‘just for me‘. I don’t see the point. All I end up with is financial anxiety and tremendous guilt. And, you know, I simply don’t know how to be kind to myself. Someone recommended a book … Continue reading →

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what am I doing?

Posted on 31 July 2019

It has [only] been fourteen days since my last post! Wow. I surprise even myself. So… what the hell have I been doing? I’ll tell you… even though you didn’t ask. I promise it will be super interesting. And then … Continue reading →

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I said good day.

Posted on 17 July 2019

I usually write when I feel like ass. Wow, what a fabulous opening line from a girl who hasn’t posted for nearly a month. Okay, back to feeling like ass. I guess I write when I feel that way because … Continue reading →

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remember me.

Posted on 21 June 2019

Not actually me. Remember me. I was going to put a question mark, but I decided it’s not a question. It’s a command. I order you to remember me, dammit! It’s been weeks. More than six of them. This has … Continue reading →

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