Tag Archives: fear

what… and why.

What is wrong with me? Why can’t I do this? I’m not completely in the dark on this. But there are things that I just don’t understand.

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I can’t.

I was starting to get my writing groove back. It was good. And now… I have no words. Fuck that, yes I do. I have held it in for months. Fuck it. If this sends followers away, well, I doubt … Continue reading

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I am scared. I think my denial has gone too far but I’ve not been able to stop it or get out of it. Warning… colorful language ahead. I assume. I haven’t written this yet, but I already know. And … Continue reading

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school and the end.

Today is August 31st. (I’m sure by the time I hit publish, it will be September 1st…) And as much as August is my enemy, it sucks that it’s ending. Warning/Disclaimer/Apology: Sorry for the less-than-joyful nature of this post. I … Continue reading

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something to get off my chest.

I have something to get off my chest. And it’s this bra. No, I’m just kidding. Well, I mean, yeah, maybe later, but that’s another story. Part of the reason I started this blog, particularly anonymously, was to give myself … Continue reading

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with you.

I am weak And I am afraid To tell you That I am in love With your eyes With the sound of your laugh And your voice (Deep and sexy and perfect) With your thoughts And how you read mine … Continue reading

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new year.

Nearly five days deep into 2016, I bet you thought you weren’t going to find out what sandra thinks about the New Year. And you were almost right. I wasn’t going to do it. No New Year post. However. I have … Continue reading

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how I met their father. part 4.

Previous installments:  Part 1 – Fame Part 2 – Sandra Goes Wild Part 3 – Sandra Grows Up… and Down Part 4 – Uncomfortably Numb By the time John contacted me, I was a cynical, bitter, hopeless twenty-something. I had given … Continue reading

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