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The glass half empty: "We may not always be the best of lovers..."
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The glass half empty. Questions of science, science and progress, do not speak as loud as my heart. Monday, October 13, 2014. We may not always be the best of lovers.". Two years. That's how long it's taken. I don't know when last I felt this nostalgic and happy. Nostalgia has come to become synonymous with depression as we grew up. Reminiscence led to some deep regret echoing and reverberating repeatedly inside of our guts. Well atleast, mine. My epiphany might be a little upside down but I know now wha...
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The glass half empty: The murder.
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The glass half empty. Questions of science, science and progress, do not speak as loud as my heart. Friday, September 21, 2012. He sat back and looked at the mess he'd made. His reputation for creating havoc preceeded him. The pool of blood, the scarred face. There used to be a smile there somewhere but he took the liberty to erase that. Forever. Funny word that. Her incessant usage of it used to bug him no end though he never said it out loud. Now no more. He was free. If I leave here tomorrow,. Her eye...
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The glass half empty: June 2015
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The glass half empty. Questions of science, science and progress, do not speak as loud as my heart. Thursday, June 25, 2015. Father's Laptop, Mother's Clothes. I am about to turn 24 in less than fifteen days. Twenty- fucking. Nothing. Zilch. Nada. I have all these outlandish dreams where I travel and write and work but quite honestly what am I really doing? I'm turning twenty- four. And I don't even have twenty- four. I'm still a dependent, demanding, student for crying out loud! For the first time ever,...
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The glass half empty: Keeping me hostage.
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The glass half empty. Questions of science, science and progress, do not speak as loud as my heart. Friday, September 7, 2012. They lead me to you, over and over again. Do they not take a hint from my active attempts at trying to distance myself from your very existence? Against my masochistic faith in the fact that we fall apart only to come together again. What if all my stories will forever have you or a hint of you in them? September 7, 2012 at 8:04 PM. September 9, 2012 at 6:54 AM. Lol Not particula...
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The glass half empty: March 2015
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The glass half empty. Questions of science, science and progress, do not speak as loud as my heart. Friday, March 6, 2015. I learnt the art of pretense at a very early age. When everyone in class would narrate stories about their parents, or sketch a perfect family, I would pretend. I would pretend that theirs still fell short of the dream that was mine. Some dream it was indeed. I learnt how to run away. I knew how I couldn't stand another second in the same room as you so I ran - at the first oppor...
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The glass half empty: April 2015
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The glass half empty. Questions of science, science and progress, do not speak as loud as my heart. Friday, April 10, 2015. But my words become stained with your love. You occupy everything, you occupy everything.". Today I'm going to write. I'm going to write because it needs to be written. The world could use a happy story - even if it is just a story. I need to write about a boy and a girl and a love that lasts, a love that conquers all, a love that is just plain-fucking-old. I need your love to begin...
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The glass half empty: Somehow.
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The glass half empty. Questions of science, science and progress, do not speak as loud as my heart. Friday, October 24, 2014. Somehow I want for you to talk Economics to me all day (for some one day) so that I can look at you all dopey-eyed and feel awed and unequal and unsmart as compared to you. Somehow I want to make up for that in ways only I can. Somehow I want it all now. And I want it all with you. Though you, without anything else, would do too. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Thats such a ne...
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The glass half empty: Father's Laptop, Mother's Clothes.
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The glass half empty. Questions of science, science and progress, do not speak as loud as my heart. Thursday, June 25, 2015. Father's Laptop, Mother's Clothes. I am about to turn 24 in less than fifteen days. Twenty- fucking. Nothing. Zilch. Nada. I have all these outlandish dreams where I travel and write and work but quite honestly what am I really doing? I'm turning twenty- four. And I don't even have twenty- four. I'm still a dependent, demanding, student for crying out loud! For the first time ever,...
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The glass half empty: July 2014
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The glass half empty. Questions of science, science and progress, do not speak as loud as my heart. Saturday, July 12, 2014. A lot of us think about death and dying. I am more morbid than most and think about my own end more than anything else in this world. Surprisingly though, there's no fear. It's sort of an anticipated occasion in my life. You could say I'm looking forward to it. I've been repeatedly told what a waste of space I am. How so many things are wrong because of me. I don't think I'...I hon...
