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IN THIS CONstant limbo—

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    I imagine my life b/c reality is not what I want + sometimes too hard to face. I imagine the hugs from my friends that I don’t receive, the meaningful activities that I’m not participating in, the tears that aren’t shown, the fulfilling and impactful  classes, relationships, experiences that I am lacking. 

Quite possibly the concept, besides love? most though about in secret.

I say in my mind confidently—I am not scared of it. 

during my second year of college I turned to the walls of my apartment for therapy. here are some excerpts from the drafting paper haphazardly arranged on the boundaries of my room. they served as an outlet for my frustrations, musings and documentation of distress. 

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