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esskay
Digital storyteller, Photographic narrator, Hogwarts alum. In real life, I write things. I speak fluent sarcasm. I'm unintentionally funny. My favorite thing is food. Guac is life. I'm a fountain of the most random information. I'm pretty, only because it's weird to call oneself beautiful. I'm weird in all the good ways. I live in the greatest city on Earth. I was Sasha before Beyonce was schizophrenic. My life is stranger than fiction. But please, don't take my word for it. My pen is mightier than my sword. Instagram
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Friday, February 12, 2010 || 11:04 PM
This morning, as I sped north on a coach bus that would take me from Maryland to New York, I felt like I was traveling through time. These past three weeks have enabled me to run away from the nightmare that my life has become, the bad dream I can't seem to wake up from. For three glorious weeks, I got to pretend that I had finally awoken from that dream and it was starting to feel like nothing bad had ever happened. But as I got closer and closer to home, it felt like those three weeks had never happened. And even more now, as I'm back in this house, it feels as if I never left. So now, I just have to ask. How do I escape this feeling when it's everywhere I look and in everything I do? It seems I can't outrun it because it'll always come rushing back to me whenever I come home. Whoever said you couldn't go home was wrong. You can always go home, but it'll cost you. If not money, it'll surely cost you your sanity. For now, I'm trying very hard to hold on to mine, lest I have to flee this place for the sake of it. I just hope I'm strong enough.Labels: in real life, personals |