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Remember when I used to stand on top of your feet outside at night when we were chatting because I was only wearing socks and it was so cold?
By Megan Artus5 years ago in Poets
I am feeling so overwhelmed. I'm afraid that life is going by too fast and that I won't be ready for the new that lies ahead.
Born ’92. Henderson, Nevada. You know it as Las Vegas. Never liked the place. Parents divorce, age 2. Mom remarries, age 3.
Thank you for aiding me in accomplishing all the things that I love- Like hurdling and kicking and running and cycling and jumping
I play soccer. It's my most favorite favorite. And I love on my dog too hard. I eat the same thing every day for a few months.
She would never say so but it's true. She somehow silently holds this house together while hell thrashes around it. And the fact that she is still here to tell the tale is a testament to how truly strong she is.
I'm just curious, do you ever think of your death? It's not often that I do, I rarely ever think of my own death, but it has crossed my mind.
I've thought of letting go but can't - not yet. I want to rush back to the beginning and never let myself fall, because it's now that it's beginning to bleed,
I am living my life one day at a time. I don't know what tomorrow will bring but I know I will find out when I get there. So I'm really not too worried about it.
It's more than just a place to visit in the summer. It's more than just the state my best friend lives. It's more than going to the beach.
Missing people, being alone, is quite possibly the worst sort of discomfort. That and hangnails. Or dry eyes. But to be honest I'd rather be with all my friends, a hangnail, dry, watering eyes, and all the ten plagues than be alone.
The sun sets way too fast for my liking. That moment of the day right before the sun sets, you know the one... The one that only lasts about a half hour?