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i found a dead sparrow at my bus stop today the side of the road was no place for this bird i crouched down and cupped it in my hand blood leaked from its beak the only place near was the wild cat's grave seeing the rotting corpse filled me with horror and disgust an unrecognisable mess the scent of decaying flesh caused my breath to hitch i lay the sparrow on a mound of dirt something forcing me to take in the sight and i now fear that it shall never leave me.
others call me nice but is that all that they see? am i not clever nor strong? am i not accomplished nor respected? am i not ambitious nor witty? am i those things at all? i for one would not object to being called pretty.
"i keep forgetting to enjoy my life."
"i always thought of my cat as a familiar of sorts she embodied myself and i could not imagine a life without her now that she is about to die resting on her deathbed i cannot help but fear that i shall die with her."
-- musings of a teenage witch
"people are actually reading what i write."
i do not remember wanting anything but to be smart to be clever to be intelligent it is my never-failing wish that i can never stop striving towards everyday i need to do better be better. i do not know when it will be enough.
i dont understand why it takes something sweet to bring me pleasure perhaps i was sick of your love when it grew sour.
i love women not just in the way i hide from the church but in the way that nourishes sisterhood they all have this inherent beauty whether they are a different colour have not been one as long as i young or old i shall love them all the same.
the only thing harder than the ride to the vet is the ride home.
"i couldnt do it i couldnt stay i couldnt watch her die i instead fled to the waiting room like the coward i am i could not even wait alone and i begged my love to join me."
-- Goodbye To My Cat
"this false reality is far better than my real one."
i think you are the love of my life but we have only been together for nine months i think you are the love of my life but i am only 17 i think you are the love of my life but what if we break up i think you are the love of my life but what if you arent?
this time last week i felt like my life was over and did not plan on continuing today i have laughed more than i ever have before it may be overused advice but it really is worth it to keep going.
"for a while, it felt like sex was all we did. the second we were alone, our clothes came off. i was content with this for some time - happy, even - but then i came to wonder whether it was me that you loved or my body. yesterday, we had fun. youthful, giggling fun that left us both is a laughing fit. i do not think i have ever laughed so hard. while i enjoy having sex, i want to laugh with you, too."
-- a message to my love
maybe i really have misunderstood my mother all this time.
an author told me to write how can i let her down?
when i was 12 i realised that my attraction was not limited to boys i made minor hints to test the waters with my other but never wished to do anything with it on our way to girl guides she asked me whether i liked girls i denied it i wish that she told me that she would still love me as a sinner.
"my parents are immigrants and i have adopted their accent this has caused the people of this country to judge me the second i open my mouth they view me as an outsider - different for some reason they have resented me for it and all i know is that the way that i speak has ruined my chance at making something of myself and i fear that i cannot undo it."
-- second gen immigrant
"not enough is being done to protect us this school doesnt care regardless of what we have done for it simply because we are different it seems that being queer has stripped us of our humanity in their eyes."
-- homophobic high school
exams are what decimate the small amount of confidence i have cultivated over the past year i call them The Annual Reckoning.