Category Archives: life

un-friend-able.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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?

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.

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.

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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