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Journals by Saraesa, by newest first

  • How it feels.
    It is incredibly difficult for me to write this. I've only talked about it with my mother, which was hard enough. And I also leaked my vulnerability to an ex of mine. Knowing my father knows is like knowing a bullet is coming. I can nearly hear the casing tear through the wind. It makes me think of shrapnel enterin
    by Saraesa on Mar 24 12:04 AM, 500 words. → Make first comment?
  • My bad.
    03-23- I woke up today, rather early. 8 a.m. Didn't even light a smoke as I set off for my morning walk. I was restless, and had no idea why. And then it hit me. All this time, I've been 'sitting on my ideas like bad eggs'. I've had this thirst for life and felt defeated when others I shared my life with,
    by Saraesa on Mar 23 12:01 AM, 300 words. → 2 comments, Add one?
  • 2/28/09

    I want to motivate myself more. I am disgusted with what feels like being submerged in mud and gravel. My old friend, David, always said it was this town. He's quite right in that deduction. I'd have to walk about four miles to get onto paved concrete, the rest is dirt. And then, there's a long trek into town. T

    by Saraesa on Feb 28 3:49 PM, In Contemplative.  500 words. → 2 comments, Add one?