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What Do You See? (#59)

Choose 4 things within 4 feet of you and write for 4 minutes. One sentence each. <><><><><> Textbooks, a binder or two, and a pile of completed assignments mean there are only 3 weeks left in the semester. 😬 The scent of the candle burning on the coffee table is pleasing yet oddly offputting at the same time. 🙃 On this Veterans Day, I am grateful that my favorite veteran is sitting nearby. My…

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6 Word Poetry #59

6 Word Poetry #59

I will share new six-word poems with you each Monday AND if you leave one in the comments, I will share it the following week & tag your blog. Enjoy this week’s offerings. ~~~~~~~~~ Taxes done. Now the wait begins. ✅️ Two more weeks until Spring Break. 🐣 Laundry Day is so utterly satisfying. 🧺 Sunrise – Early morning gift from God! 🌅 Sheep without a shepherd run aimlessly.🐑 – David’s Daily…

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[catatonic-stasis]

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3:58pm. I am so sad. My chest hurts. My head hurts. My everything hurts. I am not important enough to anyone. Not her, not them, not anyone.

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6:32pm.

7:50pm. My parents ruin everything because I cannot deal with them.

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10:46pm.

11:46pm.

12:27am. Last day before school starts. I am not sure if I can make it through this year. I am torn between believing in life over death. I am so angry and hurt.

No one knows how I really feel. Yeah, maybe I talk shit about myself and my life, but I do it jokingly and laugh my ass off at my problems and feelings. I am so unloved and unneeded. There is nothing left for me. I have no life to live. I am so lonely. I am sick, so sick. No one is here; no one is ever here. Everyone leaves because I leave them. I am a piece of shit. They would have left anyway. I deserve to be left alone. Everyone should just leave me to die alone.

1:18am.

2:15am. I thought that this pain was supposed to go away.

3:13am. So much for fixing my sleep schedule.

[notsoevilpepsi]

100 Themes Writing Challenge

She watches, always. She’s always watching—even when they think they’re out of view, or being subtle; Eiren is always watching the different members of the group.

They’ve all got issues—some more than others and some more obvious—it’s easy to see.

The siblings are hiding something, and well, don’t have the best handle on their emotions. They’re far from subtle with it, and sometimes it grates on her nerves—the youngest trying to take all the blame for an ambush saying she shouldn’t even be alive while the older of the two is overprotective but cold, how he refused to remove his armor until he was practically dead with a sword sticking out of his back.

Sometimes he grasps at his forearm—usually his right, though she has seen him grab at his left once or twice—as if remembering something. She assumes he has old scars from a childhood accident—she can relate more than he’ll ever know.

As protective as he is of his younger sister, he’s nearly twice as cold to her at the same time. At the ambush he told her to leave if things got too bad, but mere hours beforehand he hadn’t taken notice—to Eiren’s knowledge, at least—when she’d gone outside at breakfast.

She wonders if he knows how badly he and Lyra are failing at being subtle about things. How one minute he can be so overbearing but the next acts as if he couldn’t care less about what could happen. The night at the inn that he blew up because Lyra was standing in front of them sobbing—the volume of his voice and the way he’d punched down on the table had made Eiren flinch, almost sent her fleeing from the room herself, though she’ll never admit it aloud.

And then how abruptly his moods change—sometimes he actually does frighten her. He’s bigger than Coryn and Konja, more skilled with weapons, and his moods change just as abruptly as theirs did for seemingly no reason at all. She can’t count the times she’s actually had to stop herself from cringing away because of a threatening motion or a too sharp word thrown out into the air.

She thinks about confronting him about it. Of making him tell her just what is so bad that he and Lyra need to hide it from everybody. But then she thinks about the situation, how she’s hiding things just like the rest of them, and dismisses the idea.

So they’re all hiding things and none of them are half as subtle as they think they are—or she’s just too perceptive for her own good—but she supposes it doesn’t really matter. As long as they can work together without killing each other and make it through most battles without getting too seriously injured like that again, at least.

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I am one follower away from sixty! 

[90daysofmaking]

DAY 59: RESULTS

We found a way to make listening to music on headphones a little more social.

Faster-tempo music will make the EL wire pulse more rapidly, louder music will make it emit a stronger blue light. Though people around won't be able to hear your music, they'll be able to see (literally) what kind of music you're listening to.

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Fifty-nine, Sixty, Sixty-one, & Sixty-two

I'm really nervous for tomorrow. Here's to hoping a little creative therapy will calm me down.

59/365: places you want to visit

There are so many - I absolutely love to travel. My wanderlust is too great for a full list, so here's a short one:

1. Denmark (I will this summer!!)

2. Australia and New Zealand

3. Somewhere in Africa

4. Yellowstone National Park

5. Seattle, Washington

6. Alaska

7. Pretty much anywhere in South America or Europe

60/365: one person you can tell everything to

I'm incredibly blessed and I have two: my boyfriend and my best friend, Helen.

61/365: a youtube video you absolutely love and describe why

Mishka says "I love you". Go look it up. It's adorable.

62/365: one of your most prized possessions

My piano and my guitar.