essays
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A little over ten years ago, I spent the evening of my 23rd birthday alone and crying. I was convinced that I was wasting away my twenties, and of course, I had to do everything I ever wanted to do before the ominous 30th birthday because then I would be olddddd. Of course, I was
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6:03 p.m. A half-drunk bottle of wine sits in front of me. An empty wine glass sits next to it. I gave up using a glass an hour ago. The drink slightly stings my throat as I swallow. It’s taken half the bottle, but I finally have a buzz. Hell, at this point, I’m tempted
Florals & Musings 