I Don’t Know Sartre–– Does Life Really Begin on the Other Side of Despair?
But that doesn’t matter. Everyone over thinks, and I am not unique in feeling this way. I am not even unique in feeling the gnawing anxiety that blooms when I think about the future, of what I want to do, who I want to be. I’m not even unique in feeling I am simultaneously doing…
Sea of Silence (Look, it’s a working title ok?)
Tonight I laid beneath a galaxy of emotion Striking, and paralyzing, and somber and I wondered
Inevitable Lessons of Being A Sad Girl
Much of what I’ve presented so far may seem preachy coming from a 21 year-old who still has so much left to experience. I have no idea if I’ll come back to this and find that all I’ve written contradicts what I will learn in the following years. Or maybe I won’t. I don’t really…