Category: Writing

I woke up so disgusted with myself. I couldn’t stand to look in the mirror in the tiny bathroom I rented alongside the tiny bedroom I also rented each month. The owner of the apartment complex was this eccentric lady from somewhere in the Orient. I know this isn’t the proper term to refer to

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Instead of saying dear so and so, some people decide to write something different. They might call someone by a name the person never uses. The person of great importance calls them by a nickname they don’t particularly care for but does it anyway. People can be selfish in their own little way. Maybe, there

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