if you asked me ten years ago what i wanted to be, i would without question say: a writer.
since then, it's been modified, tweaked, and pretty much abandoned.and with that abandonment, a part of me kind of died.
so, this blog is my attempt at resurrecting, so-to-speak, my fallen aspiration. once a week, or so, as a sort of self-induced homework assignment i'll write something relatively "creative."
will it be a breath of life into the deadness that has consumed the half of my heart that thrived on the creative outlet of the written word?
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prove once and for all that part of me is absolutely dead, and that i've been reduced to what my legal profession has left me with?
i wish i could let myself just enjoy something....and not over-analyze it and beat it to death, and end up at the conclusion that i'm just a slut for giving in, and letting him go there.
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i wish i expected more from men. maybe then when a guy pays a mild amount of attention to me, i wouldn't be in shock. and if they remember anything...anything at all that i've said, i wouldn't be absolute putty in their hands.
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i wish i understood why despite everything i'm told by people who i know and love, i'm single with not even a possible prospect in sight.
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i wish i could go back, and just end it all...before i became completely paltry and he ran away with every last ounce of the best of me.
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i wish i went to nyu. things would be so much different now. i wouldn't be clinging for dear life to three people who are too far away to truly be there...and i could be the friend they deserve.
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i wish my parents knew me.......i wish i could let them know me, but i can't take them being that disappointed in me.
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i wish when other people fucked me over, i wouldn't feel like utter shit for thinking negatively about them.
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i wish i was beautiful......on the inside and out.