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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.

the perk (the return!?) #34

For those of you who haven’t been following this blog for five years or something like that, please allow me to explain this post. Once upon a time, I tried to train myself to think more positively. (As you can … Continue reading

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help. I need help.

I don’t know how to explain this without explaining it, but that’s exactly what I need to do. I don’t want to share the actual details because it’s too personal. I know—I really have no filter here so this probably … Continue reading

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just stop.

I guess I’ve been doing everything wrong. And my family wants nothing to do with me because of it. Lately, each of the four of us (me, son, daughter, husband) have had our own shit to deal with, and in … Continue reading

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why not me?

Let me just start by saying… What the fuck? Yesterday, I had a bad day. I had too much going on, both inside and outside my head. I woke up exhausted, so much so that I took a nap at … Continue reading

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I’m losing it.

I have read 91 books this year. But I’m losing my reading bug. [Can I just add that I spent a solid fifteen minutes trying to think of (and look up) another word to use for “bug” in this sentence, … Continue reading

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lies.

Why do people lie? I can accept that people may answer a question dishonestly sometimes for whatever reason. I can usually get past that. But I’m talking about something else. I’m talking about lies that came from nothing. No questions … Continue reading

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my heart is broken.

My life is a mess. And my heart is broken. I am just broken. Mentally, physically… sigh. I can’t even talk about a lot of what is happening in my life because it pains me to discuss it. And what … Continue reading

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what do I love?

I need something in my life. Something that I enjoy. Something to drown myself in. Something I’m passionate about. I feel like the poster-child (although not a child) for depression. “Have you lost interest in things you once loved?” Why … Continue reading

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