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My emotions run deep, but my mind can't process them. It hit me like a gigaton shock of bricks... Like I ran a wall more solid than any other... I was a fool... I did something I vowed to never do again... I fell in love... I opened up... I let out my emotions, I let myself be vulnerable, and It happened again, I let my guard down... let someone in... and now they have a power over me like few others do... l let them into my most sacred sanctum, and now they have the power to cut me down without trying, to crush me without thinking... Oh dear God, what have I done... Have I really let myself fall in love again, have I really been so weak...  

“Who wants to become a writer? And why? Because it’s the answer to everything. … It’s the streaming reason for living. To note, to pin down, to build up, to create, to be astonished at nothing, to cherish the oddities, to let nothing go down the drain, to make something, to make a great flower out of life, even if it’s a cactus.” —Enid Bagnold As I sit here listening to Captain Jack by Billy Joel and I think about the first subject of this writer challenge that I'm doing, Beginnings... And I can't help but think about, well... the end, heh. it's funny to me how when starting out I can't help but thin

I saw the first Lightning bug of summer last night... I sat there and watched it... thinking back to when I was a young boy, I used to love the night aglow with thousands of lightning bugs, as if someone strung up disembodied Christmas lights on the very fabric of the dark, I remembered also one evening running through a field of tall grass, I must have been about nine or ten, it came up to just under my waist, and I remember running with my arms out, it was the darker side of sunset, and there must have been millions of Lightning Bugs in the night sky it was so beautiful... I tear up thinking about it... about times past... how much the worl

I AM ABNORMALITY I am tired of being shit, I am tired on coming in last, my whole life I have had it reaffirmed to me what substandard under par human being I am, growing up, I had it reinforced on how I was an abnormal quirk of a human, fix him with pills, he's to hyper, he wants to go to college, he wants to be a teacher, he has unrealistic thinking, this is the shit that was said to me time and time again I'm not lying, I’m not over exaggerating that is word for word what was said to me, and still is, and what’s sad, I still take it, like I always have, how fucking pathetic is that, I'm not a man, I'm not shit, I'm nothing, ju