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We are all just star dust

Nothing matters. Nobody is making any permanent difference or impact in any way. In the grand scheme, life is far less than a blink, whether you live 100 minutes or 100 years. Time erases everything. So just get over yourself.

Treat others

I am not sure about the saying “treat others like you would treat yourself”. The more I learn about how varied our life perspectives are, including how trauma shapes the mind, the more I feel like I have to listen and observe more. I try to show care for others by observing or asking how they want receive love but am so used to my own lense that I often mess it up. I guess that’s life. I just hate knowing that others can’t receive my care or love because I sent it out wrong.

Window Into The Past

The other day when I was passing Science World on the train, I had a vision of Expo 86, and for a fleeting moment I saw the fair as it was 33 years ago...What a rush! It left me wishing that I could time travel with my memories more often.

Refreshed regrets

Over a year ago, I slept with a man who said he was single. I foolishly thought he wanted a relationship with me. Turns out he just wanted to cheat on his long-distance girlfriend. I felt awful when I found out, and immediately cut contact. Tonight, she found out. He gave her my name. She messaged me on social media. Girl, I'm so sorry. Just feel good in knowing that I now regret it even more. I know you're pissed at me, but you deserve better than him. I hope you get the relationship you deserve some day.

My Voice

I want to get married and have children and be a great mom. That's what I want. I am tired of people saying I should be "leaning in" and being some type of social crusader. I understand that there are a lot of social issues but I just don't have the time to go to every disorganized protest with 50 different messages. I just want a family and to be a great mom and that's enough for me.

So confusing

I just found out that my neighbour passed away six months ago. I’m not too sure how to react. It’s always a shock when somebody dies but the reality is that he wasn’t a good person. No one in my building liked him. He was mentally unstable and when he drank too much it brought out the worst in him. How do you expect to be remembered if you knowingly do bad things to people and show no remorse for it?

I wish I wasn’t short

If I wear some clothing styles, I am completely overwhelmed by the clothes themselves and look like I’m drowning in fabric

All that you are

Why am I surrounded by people who think that occupation and level of education are the only things that make up a person's identity? I'm surrounded by individuals who think that the treatment of a person depends on these two things. It's like these elitist pricks disassociate themselves from people who don't have a university-level education and a six figure salary at some well-known corporation. Why? Is there some kind of correlation between higher socioeconomic status and good character? I think that some people really don't want to admit that they think like this whether it's consciously or subconsciously. Maybe they'll disappear into thin air if they aren't labelled as a "somebody". I can understand that some occupations are all encompassing and that some people live to work instead of the other way around. I know that there's nothing wrong with that. What I can't stand is that some people think that their higher socioeconomic status is indicative of being a better human being. Is this really true to you? What makes a person "better" than another person if we have to rank ourselves? I mean, hierarchies exist in nature and by creation, so what is better? We can use our intelligence, ingenuity, creativity, and freedom of self-expression to be whoever we want to be, so why let someone's close-mindedness box you in? I can't stand this shallow nonsense. I am more than my occupation, bank account, and where I went to school. So are you, believe it or not.


I used to believe in "the Universe" providing but it was really just that people gave me breaks on stuff because I was young and cute. Now whenever someone says that shit, I just think freeloader.


It’s kind of paradoxical but the bravest person I know sometimes comes off as a coward. I think that the hero and courageous cartoon tropes miss the mark. I think shyness, detailed kindness, compassion, hesitation, thoughtfulness and accepting personal demons are some of the bravest traits. Shine on crazy diamonds.


Met you at the federal store

You stopped to say hi to my dog and I. You told me about your silver lab that passed away, and it...

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