Tag Archives: whatsandrathinks

not in the party mood.

This kid is not me. But the mood is perfect. … Tomorrow, I have to go to my nephew’s birthday party. It was kind of short notice since my sister forgot to tell me when it was. Yep… she totally … Continue reading

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another today. #poetry

Some days I just don’t think I can do it anymore. Tomorrow might be better but  it might not… and I don’t want another today. ©2017 what sandra thinks

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fiction friday 65: back to you. part 11. #fiction

back to you. part 11. [previous: part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10]

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unworthy.

I have a trust problem. And it has nothing to do with the people in my life. It’s me. And it’s lonely as hell. [Before you start shaking your head and running from this post thinking, ‘oh fuck, here we … Continue reading

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the pain. #poetry

Don’t freak out… don’t worry — I am okay. This is yet another poem I discovered in yet another old journal. By the date, I can tell you that I wrote this just after a very upsetting break-up. Clearly, I … Continue reading

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only you. #poetry

Written in 1996. Just love me the way only you can love me. ©1996-2017 what sandra thinks

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good and bad.

How does one feel good and bad at the same time? I can’t figure it out. Either I’m doing well or I’m not. How can I be doing well and not doing well at the same time? I don’t know… … Continue reading

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old and untitled. #poetry

I found this poem in an old journal. I wrote it 21 years ago. (So, you know, when I was 8. Ahem. Stop laughing.) I cannot decide if it’s embarrassing or not. You tell me. Unless the answer is yes. … Continue reading

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