I was recently tricked into admitting that I believe in myself.
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I was recently tricked into admitting that I believe in myself.
Continue readingPlagiarism is generally considered unwise and dishonest.
Continue readingI picked the wrong time to stop believing in myself.
Continue readingWhen I was about nineteen, I got the words “try harder,” tattooed on my left wrist.
Continue readingI realized I’m writing a novel about healing from trauma.
Continue readingYes, I have memories. Yes, they make me insane. I drive in circles through my neighborhood. I see people I know in strangers’ faces. I walk through a fluorescent convenience store. You know how it is.
Continue readingMy hands are blue. So is my hair. My parents are going to be thrilled. Luckily for them, the dye will come out in one wash.
Continue readingWhy did God abandon me? Where is God? I thought as I cried during church yesterday morning.
Continue readingBooks like The Perks of Being a Wallflower and Looking for Alaska shaped my adolescence. Filled with pithy quotes that appeal to angst-ridden teens like I was, they provided an escape from the depression I felt in high school.Â
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