Each one distinctive
Pick one. Open mouth. Tongue out.
Falling. Landed. Gone.
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Marlena Guzowski
A quirky nerd with a Doctor of Education and undergrad in Science. Has lived in Germany, Italy, Korea and Abu Dhabi. Currently in Canada and writing non-fiction about relationships, psychology and travel as well as SFF fiction.
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts6 days ago in Longevity
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