Compassion

Fog

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When I went to bed this morning, the fog was pretty dense behind my house. It rolled in out of nowhere. I think it's a metaphor for what I am going through at the moment. "It happened out of nowhere." Yeah, that sounds about right. I feel nothing. I'm an ocean-cleansed shell. For almost two … Continue reading Fog

Actions & Words

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Last week I was struggling pretty hard and opened up to a friend. Most people run for the hills when you're blatant in your honesty with them, especially about anything difficult, but this friend showed me that I was not going to be kicked while I was down, that her arms and heart were open … Continue reading Actions & Words

This Is One Of My Lines- Do Not Fucking Cross It

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I don't write about religion often. Usually I mention it in passing, not as core subject matter. I believe that we are all entitled to our personal beliefs, so long as we aren't hurting anyone. However, when I DO write about religion, it's because something has pissed me off, which brings me to why I … Continue reading This Is One Of My Lines- Do Not Fucking Cross It