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It Was So… Chalky
I once forgot that I had eggs boiling. They exploded all over the kitchen. What a squishy, chalky mess! ~J. Lyst Oh… and that was this year. Continue reading
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Wish I’d Told Myself That… “They Don’t Matter”
I could have helped myself a lot a long time ago if I had acknowledged that the opinions of others didn’t truly bear the weight I gave them. I ended up in a pattern of being a recluse. Being a recluse and having BPD is not good. I also made unnecessary decisions in line with Continue reading
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Current Noms
Pizza is a real popular one. I picked a new place for tonight. I am hoping in the morning that part of my lingering melancholy will have lifted. ~J. Lyst Continue reading
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Regularly?
My house is full of stairs. I can easily do a mile in here. ~J. Lyst Continue reading
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Depends
What exactly do you mean by that? Is it the first person who has done something, someone who has built something… or someone who can teach others better ways to do different things? I’ll answer those in order. Having a college degree isn’t the end all be all explanation for intelligence. ~J. Lyst It is Continue reading
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So…
There it is. 😆 ~J. Lyst It shows up in my writing all over the place… So… it’s not a word I can easily avoid. If I ever chose to do so. Continue reading
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…. Good question
Need to clean. ~J. Lyst Continue reading
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To Have No Name
9:58PM – 10:33PM Strange day. Very so. I have a decision that needed to be made. Since I came to a solution, I will say that my relief’s in sight. When seeking friendship, it is best to work along with those whose values align with your own. I do my best. To pull myself out Continue reading
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Is IT Sad I Can’t Remember
Years ago, I would known how to answer this question. Now though? Not so much. My days tend to blend into the next, which blends into the next. They’re composed of me working on lessons, trying to clean, frantically writing something… and looking at beautiful things that I know I’d never be able to afford. Continue reading
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I’m Not Really A Sports Fan…
I grew up watching the Williams sisters, so I sorta liked tennis for a bit. We were encouraged to and watched them when I was middle school. Inside the school. You just never saw black, female tennis players like that, and the teachers wanted us to see what we could aspire to. Obviously, I never Continue reading
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