tales of a bathroom scale
tales of a bathroom scale
I've read her blog for a while now, and the news of her recent breakup just breaks my heart. Why do I feel so much compassion for a stranger? Is it the way she writes it or the way that I've been there?
I wish I could write like that though. To simply have someone enter my head with a flashlight as they're reading my words, and to feel every twinge of pain as I write them. Why can't I write like that?
I've read her blog for a while now, and the news of her recent breakup just breaks my heart. Why do I feel so much compassion for a stranger? Is it the way she writes it or the way that I've been there?
I wish I could write like that though. To simply have someone enter my head with a flashlight as they're reading my words, and to feel every twinge of pain as I write them. Why can't I write like that?
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