One time I moved to Los Angeles two times

I tried to write the story of when 20-year-old me moved to Los Angeles, but first I had to tell the story of how I got to Tucson from rural Michigan. It became a story about the various men, good and bad, that influenced my sometimes drastic decisions. So, I want to say that this

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Don’t call it a craft show

If the stories told to me are accurate, my mother starting sewing when she was a little girl. She made dresses for her Barbie dolls and when my grandma saw how well she could sew, she had her make clothes for the entire family. She even made her sister’s wedding dress, all of the bridesmaids’

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She was sweating profusely and asked for a high five

I have been in my head a lot lately. I think that it is depression, but it feels a lot like a super rad anxiety and depression mashup. I am nervous about my future, my present, and overanalyzing my past. “Go out and do something!” “Be social! You will feel better!” This is a thing

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