or when it hurts to move, hurts to breathe, hurts to live.
ms angelica schuyler, i do not feel lucky to be alive right now. looking around makes it worse. history is not happening because of me, and i am stuck in a mediocre city in a terrible piece of my world.
no amount of werking will change that.
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however, i still had enough strength to smile with a few of my peers, make a joke, and feel wanted for 1/144 of my day.
but it ended too quick, plunged back into that haze again.
i. hate. haze.
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Smart Girl
Non-Fictionthoughts from the smart girl. //the journal of wren// //highest rank #2 in non fiction// //all names of real people interacted with here are altered from their original versions for privacy's sake//
