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âWhen I realized itâs a cop out to ânot careâ, I saw it as a challenge to actually give a shit. When I realized my vulnerability is a gift, I started to embrace it. Iâm embarrassed to look back at times in my teenage years where I picked âcoolâ over sincere, when I masked my insecurities because I thought talking about them made them real, when I mistook being openhearted for being weak. Itâs amazing the connections you can make with people when you decide to be open and transparent. Itâs amazing the stories people will tell you after you tell them yours. To be honest, I donât really know anything, I have a lot to learn, but I plan to do it candidly, organically, and honestly.â
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BLOG POST: The Holidays
I wake up covered in blankets on a farm that is covered in snow. The eight hour commute up to my in-lawsâ house was worth it. I crack a window and instantly regret it. Itâs cold out there. Ok, cold in comparison to what Iâm used to. I have nothing to do. When was the last time you could say that? I havenât even dreamed of saying recently. So I guess itâs a dream come true that I never even knew I had.
I roll over to see a sleepy face planted into the mattress, pillow fell on the ground I suppose. He looks so stupidly lovable despite the little puddle of drool and the fact that he stole all of the blankets last night. A thief. My thief. Lucky me.
This is temporary but isnât everything, anyways? Iâm going on an eight hour bus ride back to reality next week but I refuse to even think eight minutes into the future right now.Â
The coffee is on. Paradise.
I met a girl who asked who asked for my advice and I couldnât speak - for the first time in months, not a word came out of my mouth at all and damn, she left but all this time, I have been trying to catch my mind and I caught it, I caught up to it and Dear Girl, I wrote this for you
Your now-lover will rip your heart up into so many pieces, I promise you will not be able to distinguish it from the shards of glass he smashed over your head that late night when you were fighting so loud and you will try to pick up the pieces but you will bleed so deep, the ocean will look up to you and he will abandon you when you need him most, just like he did the last time and the time before that and Girl, you will put your cigarettes out on photos of him and damn, it will feel so good until you get a call from your once-friend in regret because she exposed her naked body to him in the moonlight and you will not be able to wipe away the thought, like the tears that keep on coming back because you can just imagine his soft tongue circling, and circling around hers just like it did yours and you will be so angry Girl, but oh thatâs when it gets good Thatâs when it gets so sweet, you could lick it up off the floor And you will fight dirty, and you will fuck dirty and you will hate the world but Girl, you will love yourself when you look in the mirror and picture daggers at the ends of your fingertips and you will hate the world, but you have never been so loveable
But Girl, I wrote this for you - not to break your heart but let you know, that while you are searching for yourself in what ever was left behind You will find galaxies upon galaxies of magic within your soul and You will remember when he abandoned you when you needed him the most just to realize you never needed him in the first place
âDear Girlâ // by: rr

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BLOG POST: Iâm Overworked
Today marks the two week countdown until Christmas. This holiday season, I picked up a second job as Santaâs photographer at the mall. It sounded like a cute and funny idea at the time until I actually had to do it.
Iâve been working 3-4 shifts a week on top of my full time job, which turns those 3-4 days a week into 12 hour work days. Once again, I find myself testing my own threshold. Iâm realizing that itâs not as high as I thought it was.
Usually, I try to find time to write and self-reflect at least once a day. Lately, Iâve been pushing that aside. Luckily, this is only a five-week commitment and it will be all finished soon.
Iâve decided to write down a little list of reminders that will keep me going as I push through the craziness, and here they are:
Money is not more important than your personal relationships
Life is what you make of it. And you are a maker. So make.
Daydreaming is your talent. Donât kick yourself when you catch yourself doing it.
Everything is temporary, including feelings. So feel and feel and feel. Even when it hurts.Â
Shine with me Let me sunbathe in your imperfections If each freckle tells a story, I want to hear every one of them
Rain on me Shower me with your words Drench me with your touch I donât need a jacket to protect me from the natural disasters of your past
Breathe with me I will inhale your exhales I may be small but I can take it I have been here for a while and I donât want to push through a single day without you
rr.
BLOG POST: Grey Months
Here they are: the grey months. The sun sets at 4:01 PM nowadays, although it hardly seemed as though it was in the sky to begin with. Welcome, the months of chapped lips. Here it comes. If this year is anything like last year, then every night I will take a âshortâ nap after work just to sleep too long, and wake up at two oâclock in the morning, fully dressed, restless, with a craving for macaroni & cheese. Hello, rainy season. The morning doesnât greet me with a smiling sun anymore. Instead, a mediocre âheyâ painted on a neutral grey palette. Not happy, not sad even, just there.
Like many others, I find I do my best writing when I am an absolute wreck. Itâs a blessing and a curse to feel this darkness so deeply. What the heck do non-writers do for five months of complete misery?
I guess that was rhetorical. I donât really care. I welcome it.

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BLOG POST: Rest Easy, Peep
Last night, a favourite artist of mine passed away. This has been the first time that a death of a celebrity has affected me both emotionally and physically.
As odd as it may sound to some, Lil Peep has been a massive part of my relationship. There were countless nights that my boyfriend and I stayed up, playing his music on repeat, singing to each other, falling asleep and falling in love. It was after we saw Peep live in May that I told Nick I was falling for him for the first time. I dyed my hair to match Lil Peepâs split-dyed look, bought his merchandise, and loved him like he was a friend. He has been so important to us, and his vulnerability allowed us to feel vulnerable with each other. His music was the ignition for so many of our late night conversations, some being the best conversations Iâve ever had.
Artists are amazing people, and he was a true artist. He put himself out there to the world, created and mastered a new genre of music, and loved his fans. He created a community where his fans could understand they are not alone, talk about their mental health, party, get fucked up, and channel our inner âearly 2000âs emoâ.
So thank you, Lil Peep. We will miss you.
My heart breaks for his family and friends.
My heart breaks for the fans he was keeping alive.
My heart breaks for the people who feel like it is all over now.
Itâs not.
âCry babies" will live on.
Myself included.
BLOG POST: Our love
I write so much about love that Iâm starting to accept thatâs just what I do. Write love poems. OK.
Iâve had some single friends tell me that theyâre jealous of the deep love theyâve read about in my poetry, but in all honesty, my love story with my boyfriend was really quite simple. In fact, when people ask us how we met, we usually tell them itâs complicated or just say nothing at all. I used to tell the truth, but Iâve realized that âhe was my ex boyfriendâs roommateâ had more shock value than I intended, and was usually followed by a conversation I wasnât willing to have. No, I didnât cheat. No, there was no âsecret romanceâ. No, I didnât know this would happen.
I wanted to write something about the simplicity of our love but I just couldnât put it in verses. So hereâs a little something I wrote that I wish I could word more elegantly: âThe truth is, our love was never a fairy tale. It was never âI saw him and I knewâ. And although he was my best friend, we were never even those âwill you two just fucking date?â friends. Our love was drunken nights and a four a.m. conversation about absolutely nothing. Our love was cigarettes. Our love was watching him play video games and a shared guilty pleasure for chick flicks. It was never knowing which one to watch on Netflix because we had both seen them all. Our love was dating other people. His love was witness to me in happy relationship, and my love was witness to him in one hundred terrible ones. Our love was sushi and finding the cheapest places to eat in the city. It was having little money and spending it anyway. It was a series of belly laughs and awful jokes and ordering pizza. I was always the one to order the pizza. Our love was my first phone call after I had my heart broken. Our love was a long talk on a park bench followed by an âaccidentalâ hook up that somewhere, somehow, brought us to this. Iâm still not sure if there was ever a âwhat ifâ in our love but there definitely isnât one anymore. And you know what, Iâm happy our love was never a fairy tale â because our love was always there. I just get to feel it more now.â

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BLOG POST: Doing âNothingâ
Iâve been at home sick for the past two days and Iâve realized a couple of things about myself:
1. This happens to me pretty often
2. I am terrible at relaxing
Letâs stop at number two. I am terrible at relaxing. Laying in bed does nothing for me other than cause me to oversleep and worse, overthink. It got so bad yesterday that I actually said out loud to Nick, âwhy am I the way that I am?â. I canât just be sick without feeling like Iâm not getting anything done, stressing about how little our apartment is, reevaluating all of my relationships, questioning my entire existence.
I think so far into the future that I canât even allow myself to just be sick - and canât we all agree that being sick is your bodyâs way of telling you, âokay - no moreâ, âtake a minuteâ, âstop!!â?!
Now, how do I simplify my thoughts? (because now it just seems like Iâm overthinking my overthinking)
Here is a list Iâve created to get my mind to shut the fuck up:
1. Breathe. In, out, whatever. The right way, the wrong way, just do it.
2. Drink water. You are on this earth therefore you need it. As much as you feel like an alien, you are a human, so act like one and take another sip.
3. Write. Bullshit like this works too. Write everything down until there isnât anything anymore. Write until your wrists hurt and your mind doesnât anymore.
4. Give your loved ones a hug. They love you unconditionally so remind them that itâs mutual. You need them, so donât fuck it up. I know for a fact that my boyfriend and my mom could both use one.
5. Sleep. If you have any unhealthy habits that help you do this, do them. Tonightâs not the night to overcome those. Take a Xanax or knock back the rest of that vinegary wine, just get some rest.
& STOP DRINKING COFFEE. Itâs ruining your life!!!!! (Iâll work on this one again tomorrow)