Worriers vs. Warriors

There are two kinds of people in the world. There are people who are portrayed as fierce and headstrong and instinctual, and there are others that are more anxious, cognitive, and doubtful. Those guys are called the worriers and the warriors.

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I See Dead People

When you’re alone, do you ever get a weird feeling that you’re not, well, alone? I do. Or, at least, I think I do. I don’t know, maybe I’m crazy.

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I Had A Weird Dream

I had a weird dream the other night, and it stuck with me. Usually, the only kinds of dreams that I remember the next day are nightmares, so I’m a little concerned.

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Mad As A Hatter

As crazy as it seems, the last time I flew into a rage was the other night. I made a horrible mistake, and I let my emotions get to the best of me. Looking back at it, I looked ridiculous. If anyone else had seen me, they would have thought that I was acting insane, that I was being overdramatic. But, in the moment, I didn’t feel like I was. My anger, my  lashing out, felt justified.

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Ode To A Playground

The elementary school I used to go to had not one, not two, but three playgrounds behind it: one for kindergarteners, another for first, second, and third graders, and the last for fourth and fifth graders. When I went there, the best part of the day was spent on those playgrounds during recess; it was when my friends and I had the most fun.

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The Writing Room

In reality, my ideal space to write is anywhere that has a flat surface, and allows me to clear my head. I don’t even really need much to be able to write anywhere; I just need some peace and quiet. You know, so I can hear the little voice in my head telling me what to write.

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Get In, Loser; We’re Going Shopping

In case you don’t keep count, we have twenty-one days left until Christmas. That’s right; everyone has three weeks left to take care of everything they need to before the most anticipated holiday of the year arrives. (Can you believe that? 2017, hands down, has been the shortest year of my life!) You know, I […]

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Well That Escalated Quickly

I’m going to need you to give me some space. No, really; I can’t have you all up in my face, hanging all over me. And I know that must either make me seem like such a weirdo or just plain obnoxious, but I feel like people just don’t understand personal space—physically, mentally, emotionally.

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Setting Fires To Keep You Warm

Let me just start by saying that teenagers are really dramatic for no reason. I think that goes without saying, but the very first memory I think of when I think of campfires was one from my early teenaged years, and it was about a boy.

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Deserted On An Island

“You’re deserted on an island, but you can have five items with you. What five items do you take?” Good question.

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