valentine's days
valentine's days
Valentine
Valentine's Days is a daily life archive and a place to practice writing. I write straight into the post editor and publish with minimal editing, all to fight my biggest enemy as a writer: embarrassment. I am cringe but I am free. I do not use AI to write. Please do not use my blog for generative AI purposes.
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Saturday night, lying in bed, because of course I got sick the moment I had some room to breathe. Sorry if this post is all over the place! I'm fresh off my first week of med school, and it's still a little surreal to call myself a med...
Lately I've been feeling like some part of me is trapped in ice, or stuck at the bottom of a lake. Unreachable, like crossing into the part of my hometown where there's never any phone service. It makes me feel like I don't have all of...
I have one watch that ticks louder than the rest, a soft pink piece given to me a few years ago. It's not my daily watch, but I use it enough for it to earn a place on my desk instead of in the jewelry box. In the quiet hours, when I'm...
Sunday night, alone in my head. I'm in one of those moods: melancholic, missing something I'm never going to get back. The last time I wrote about it was two years ago, but I guess we're back here again. It's time to leave again. Soon I...
Isn't it crazy to think that after all this time on the blog, the college tag is finally going to retire? Every morning I wake up in my college apartment with the acute knowledge that my days here are numbered, finite, dwindling,...
I missed talking about music! fall out boy...againOkay, I know I wrote about them the last time I did one of these posts, but they just never get old for me. In my quest to finish college I put myself in danger of never listening to...
Still here! Just busy. For the past few months I've only posted once a month, and it's honestly weird to not be blogging as much. I didn't plan on being practically gone for so long, but I've been finishing up college, and dealing with...
Ferocious, hissing and spitting, and yet utterly defenseless unless I run away. All talk, nothing to show for it. Often I finish fights in my head hours after the fact. Sometimes I bite once and regret it forever. Because I'm supposed to...
Wednesday morning, listening to jazz and eating breakfast. It's been a long time since I last listened to jazz, actually. I brought it out in a last-ditch effort to get myself to wash the dishes when I woke up before dawn this morning. I...
The song cover I was working on finally went up, and I feel...bad? I mean, I'm proud of myself for finishing it! I'm proud of myself for doing it all on my own when I'm used to working in a group! I'm glad to know I can do things like...
It's just a bit past midnight. After class yesterday I worked on a song cover all afternoon, then I read a book about music pretty much all evening because I had to stop working on the cover. It's a solo project for my choir (now that I...
It's 2 a.m., and I'm writing this in my childhood bedroom. But I'm not a child anymore, and I've come to that horrible realization that probably comes upon everyone in their early twenties, when they think they've been changing for the...
On days when the sun ravages the earth I can see where you buried your dead—cracked tombstones, paint stripped off the bones, three-hundred-year-old names lost to time and the tide. Yes, the tide, the deep blue, water trapped where it...
I sit down at my desk after a long shower, my face sore from laughing, and think of you. To T, N, A, J, and J, lights of my life
It's 1 a.m. and I can't sleep. I'm not even trying to sleep. I'm supposed to be revising my thesis proposal right now, but I'm in the completely wrong headspace for it (still fretting over my med school applications), so I'm writing this...