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So tonight I invited a guy that told me he loved me and then stopped talking to me and his new fling to stay at my house all weekend. What. The. Heck. Did. I. Do. 

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A Letter To The Person You Could Have Been

Bree, I think some lives were meant to end early. Some weren't meant to last till the appropriate age of death. Some lives were meant to be short because the short time is all those lives can handle and were made to handle. And from an early age you have known that you are one of those lives. So even though your life was short I wanted to write a letter to the person you could have become. Just imagine 3 years down the road. You just graduated college, you are one your way out of the country to start a new life in London. You are going to be working with battered woman because you believe that there is good in the world. You have lead a normal life. You don't suffer from depression and anxiety and you have lead a fairly good life. You have the best friends in the world. They care for you. While in London you meet the man of your dreams. He is everything you wanted and more. You date for a while, get married and have 3 beautiful children. You continue through life happy and joyous and loved. You die at the ripe old age of 86 surrounded by the most important people in your life. That is what could have been. But that is not what is destined to happen. What is destined is something you have known for a while now. Something you have officially embraced. So cheers to destiny. Cheers to friends and family. Cheers to a long, happy, imaginary life.

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My roommate pets my cheek until I wake up. She has skin as white as shaved ice and unplucked eyebrows that furrow as she whispers: “I’m sorry for your loss.” - It’s seven a.m.  I haven’t lost anything except sleep. She says, “The way they just killed him at a traffic stop. It isn’t right, it isn’t right. I’m sorry. If you need anything, please let me know. It’s heartbreaking.” Her eyes, which have been scanning my room, land on mine as she cracks the word heartbreaking,  as if to emphasizeNotAllWhitePeopleNotAllWhitePeopleNotMe. - I wonder if she followed the shootings before she started living with a black girl. I wonder if she looked up the article herself or saw a headline in a Facebook post. I wonder if she marched. I wonder if, like me, her only form of activism is rescue dogs. - Oh honey, I wanted to say.  I’ve stopped counting my dead. - I’ve woken up with a pit in my stomach so many days that the pit is my stomach. If she asks me – and I know that she will ask me, earnestly, with wide eyes that soak up every word and shoulders hunched forward in forced sympathy – how it feels to live with a target on my back in America, I won’t know what to say. I could give her books. But no, she needs to hear it from me, a black person with hair she can touch and a heartbeat she can feel: She can prove I am human. I am today’s porcelain doll picked from her careful collection of black friends, asked to educate. - But it is seven a.m., and another black man is dead, and I have not figured out whether this new death has cracked through my numbness. I have not decided whether to sit vigil or light a funeral pyre. - And there she is, with her lower lip poked out,Heartbreaking, and she wants to know what she can do. I have run out of things to tell her. When I pull the blankets over my head and fill my eyes with darkness, she thinks it’s because I am in mourning.

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