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I like to write things that make people uncomfortable.

And my first instinct was to protect him.

I think he just wanted to see how I’d react. I didn’t know how to.

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I guess I’m okay with it.

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Knowing morning was coming and I had to get up and drive an hour to school in the rain , I’d bury my head in the blankets, thinking, “No no no no nonono.”


What I need to do is make the most of the time I have.

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Lately I have to work as a machine and not as a person if I want to be on top of anything, let alone everything.


Or else resign myself to my fate as a doormat.

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Please, somebody, teach me how to summon my inner bitch at will.


But I’m also a coward.

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Hello. My name is (not) Eudora Georgina, and I’m glad you’re (still) here.


And why we’re taking it anyway.


Because the instant I stop writing for myself, I forget why I ever wanted to write.

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The instant I stop writing for myself, I forget everything that drew me to writing in the first place.


I could not live with myself if I hadn’t.

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How I Became A Liberal

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“Nothing sobers and reforms him like a…liberal education.”


Favorite seasons change along with the seasons of life.

There’s a sense of slowing down in the fall. Not an overt sense, but a subtle one.

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