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softer than your earlobes



i am
            in love
with                        my boyfriend              and

                                  would
probably
marry
him

                but


i                am
                                                                        terrified
                      of


                    divorce.





                                  i wish
                                      i could be
                                                a model        [but i'm not thin]
i
still
think
my
deep
dark
secret
is
my
fault.






                              i'm afraid
                                college
                              will be like
                                camp
                              where i
                                had no
                              friends.


                                                        i miss my dad more than i miss my mom.



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i'm trying to get back into writing.

the first one i actually sent into post secret. it's not on the website though.

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  • liked the scattering of the words at the beginning.

    the others that flow down the page have a pouring feeling, like letting them loose quickly and suddenly

    almost hoping that no one notices them passing in the wind

    if that makes any sense at all.


  • zillion
    May 16
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    this is beautiful. Absolutely stunning. I love the ending line more than anything. College is wonderful, by the way. I'm having the time of my life being a college kid. That a side though, this is really great. This confessional, not really a plot line, poem/story/prose you have going on here is exactly the kind of thing I like to read. Thanks for enlightening me.


  • ilovebex
    May 15

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    " i wish
    i could be
    a model [but i'm not thin]
    i
    still
    think
    my
    deep
    dark
    secret
    is
    my
    fault."


    hi we have the same brain. i think i finally realized that what i really wanted was for the mass majority to think i was beautiful because i didn't understand that i don't belong with the mass majority in any way. and i hoped that i could be immortalized by photographs. on top of that, college is amazing and the best and even when it sucks a little, it's okay because it's NOT high school and it just helps you realize that even good things have to suck sometimes in order to make them good. you will make the best friends because, as dooley said, college is like a camp where everyone is afraid college is like a camp (or something to that effect), and therefore you will find friends who are ACTUALLY cool and not just "cool" because the terrible terrible media tells them that they are "cool." take art, music, writing, and women's studies classes for fun. join clubs but know that they will be scary at first. embrace that. be friendly to everyone. do things that sort of make you feel like an asshole (like playing frisbee outside where people watch or wearing 4 different patterns at once because you want to)and OWN it. one key to life is OWNING everything you do, but ALSO being really nice so you can do "asshole-ish" things but not be an asshole at all. and if you're ever lonely, you just come onto the internet and find your faraway friends.

    ps yay for writing again.

  • " i'm afraid
    college
    will be like
    camp
    where i
    had no
    friends."

    I love that line, that's how I felt forever

  • college is like a camp where everyone is worried that college will be like camp. except for the three girls who refuse to put down the eyeliner, and six frat kids in shirts with sleeves cut so far off you can see their nipples. everyone crowds around and laughs into their collars. professor smoke pipes smoke cigarettes smoke hash. some people take their babies to class. some people only have one hand and they will gesture

    wildly.

    (this is a really good poem. it doesn't pretend to be anything
    but a poem. it makes me sad and worried. it's a canvas covered in thick grey smoke)

  • hands down i feel the same way about my boyfriend.
    and the college thing as well.. i hated camp.
    i wish i could go to college with you
    cheer up doll <3


  • autarky
    May 13
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  • i loved all of them ... it takes a lot to post these things for anyone on earth to have access to ... ... keep being brave ...

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