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I thought when I was given a number plate, that I’d be a strong car on the road, driving often. Like a four-wheel drive or even a truck towering above the rest of the world. Instead, they put a traffic light on top of me to stand still on roads under construction. It’s not like
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I get unnerved every time I see my own reflection. I’ve tried telling people about my fear, and they brush it off as a self-conscious behaviour. They quickly jump in to the conversation to tell me how pretty I am, and I can’t help but roll my eyes at the compliment. Next subject, please. My
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“Your package is expected to arrive today from Children’s Wear Warehouse. Please bring your identification to present at the Moorsehills Post Office. You have until the 14th of July, 2018 tocollect your package.” Yet another text message I have received about a delivery. They aren’t usually as detailed as the one I got today. It
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Dear Diary, I haven’t used a diary in years, and I feel foolish addressing my diary with my emotions. I don’t know where else to turn to for my creative frustrations. I am struggling to get the creative juices flowing, and when they do, I’m too exhausted to act on it. It’s a brutal cycle.
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Most people I know are ungrateful for their jobs. Don’t get me wrong, I completely lose track of why I work too. I am lucky enough to travel the world and meet passengers from all walks of life. I see friendly faces wander over to the bar and converse with each other. Strangers that share
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Many kids run away from home. It’s more common than you’d think, actually. I know my parents intended to mean well, but it’s for the best if I leave for good. I pack the very few belongings I wish to keep and pack up my spaceship. It’s a luxurious vessel with enough space to establish
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I type in the phone number and anxiously wait while it dials. First ring, second ring, third ring, fourth ring, fifth ring. Gone to the answering machine. I was really hoping he’d pick up this time. *Beep* “Hey, dad, I know we haven’t spoken in some time, but I want to reach out to you
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I always end up the punching bag of the road. My job is to block roads under construction and guide the cars to a safe alternative. Everyday, my face is squished into the ground by car tires, or a child stepping on me as part of their silly game. I don’t understand how this can
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As much as people like to tell me not to wrap myself in my work, I can’t help myself. It is the greatest place to receive an education, in my opinion. In work, I understand myself on a better level, I have greater sense of purpose within my community, and I appreciate my days off
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When I was a young woman, I left home to live and survive on my own. As I was gone, I met a man who showed me a life without social media. We moved around travelling together, eventually got married, and never looked back. I lost contact with people in my hometown and made new
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I feel my heart sink every time I’m recognised in public. I have a famous streak to my name, but not for any good reason. I got infamous for my deranged video I recorded of myself. I posted it to the internet for attention, and boy did I get that sweet attention I desired. I’m
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I have so many hidden rooms inside my house that I forgot what rooms they are. I bring this to attentio as I have neglected to maintain a few of the rooms entirely. I see a door at the other end of the hallway, dilapidated and worn. As I approach it, I have no clue
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The clouds are blocking my way! All I want to do is shine my rays on the worlds below. Today is going to be a good day for me. I want to see my own reflection in the glistening rivers and have the mountains sig back to me in my glory. I am feeling myself
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Everyone starts the day timid and resistant to get to know each other. We are all brought together by a common interest. Eventually, enough time passes and people move around the table telling stories. Once closed books are opening up and confiding in one another. You share food and drinks as a group, and the
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I hate the reflection that shares back at me each day. That guy is always judging me on everything. My appearance is too pudgy and pear-shaped, there are eye bags and wrinkles that increase in size. I despise everything that guy stands for. He shows me all except the emotion for this life. He’s not
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“I can’t let you say no to this – to us! It may be your instinct to run away and leave this all behind, but do you see me running? I’m here fighting for a future. For us. I’m doing ALL THIS FOR YOU!” My voice started rising in the passion and commitment to our
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I’ve heard good things about minimalism and I’m even considering doing it myself. I got to get rid of belongings that don’t serve a purpose or aren’t absolutely necessary. I have gone around the house finding plates, cups, paintings, photos, movies, clothes, and books and added them to a pile I created in the living
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I am anxiously sitting in my dressing room and waiting for someone to come get me. I seriously don’t want to miss my performance of a lifetime. Geez, where is this superstar treatment? They approached me to have me featured on the Pajama Party TV Show. Man, the silence of being ignored is enough to
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