What Fear Really Looks Like

Everyone who has ever attempted to get inside a theater with me knows that I don’t do scary movies. Yes, despite the black wardrobe, library of spell books, and unexplained affinity for bats despite having never seen one in person, I am not onboard with paying approximately ₱250 to have Caspar’s spooky cousin catch me…

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A Letter From Work to the Workaholic

You can’t break up with me. We belong together. You and I have known each other since elementary school. We have been going steady since high school, and have been inseparable since you entered college. Don’t you remember all the times we’ve had? Don’t you remember everything I’ve done for you? I was with you…

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On Wishing Everyone Was Like My Best Friend

My best friend is the most beautiful person I know. Even in her darkest of times she still thinks of others before herself, and while it might be a pointless chain of hypothetical thoughts, I sometimes wonder what the world would be like if we were all as kind as her, building a safe and…

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Why I Became a Love Poet

I’ve always wanted to write about the most stubborn problem of mine: the search that’s stretched across my life story’s outline. I have been searching for the words since I learned how to use them, but the few I’ve found over the years never wrote something wholesome. Most people can’t relate to my account of…

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Cornered by Déjà Vu

I am, by mysterious virtue of nature, someone who makes the same mistakes over and over despite taking the necessary actions I thought would change the outcome. I entertain the thoughts of fate, destiny, and determinism countless times more. Has anything I have ever done changed how my story was written to end? Has my…

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