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The Good Old song of Wa-hoo-wa

We’ll sing it o’er and o’er,

But never did they tell us of

1. When I was in elementary school, my mom used to style my hair in cornrows.

I was at a sleepover for my best friend’s birthday party when I saw my first and last scary movie.

In an old gym with wooden bleachers, a high school girls varsity basketball team plays their heart out in a game against a longtime rival. The bleachers are half empty, but the fans and parents fill the echoing room with enough enthusiastic cries that the space feels full.

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The hypochondria comes at night. Always at night.           

jesus christ, is praying still an option? i’ve been a devoutly faithless atheist for some time now,

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i feel the end is nigh whenever i see the numbers “2019”

My first year at the University of Virginia was absolute shit. And that’s not an exaggeration. For every second of every day, I literally wished I was anywhere else but here.

My body wasn't always my worst enemy. Growing up, I didn't love my body, but I also didn't hate it. I was learning to understand it, as much as a young teenager can try to understand her body. In seventh grade, I started getting my period, and things were as they should be.

A deep pit in my stomach. I checked the time on my phone every fifteen seconds, waiting for the perfect time. The perfect time to ignore down the rapid beating of my heart and the sweat that began to form under my arms; the perfect time to decide, “fight or flight?”.

On a crisp, sunshine-and-laughter kind of day, I break up with my boyfriend.

Ah yes, the beginning of a new school year. This is it, the year we finally use our agendas. The year we tell that person we really like them and want to make him, her, or them a plate of meat, cheese, and stone-ground mustard because that’s how much we care about them. The year we tell our parents to get off our backs and START LIVING!