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Pop-Punk Childhood

    Recently, I was watching some YouTube video over people guessing the lyrics to early 2000s pop punk hits and I realized the first song I ever heard that led me down the path to a lot of decisions in my life. It might sound crazy but I'm almost positive that's the reason why so much of my life has been influenced in the way it has been.  When I was younger, I had unrestricted internet access. It was around 2007, maybe 2008. Either way, I was given unrestricted access to the internet and especially unrestricted access to YouTube - the main way I watched Master Chef America with my beloved Cat Cora, a woman I will always be a fan of. I don't know exactly how I came across this video, it was probably just something that popped up in my recommended videos, but I thought I was the coolest kid in my class for listening to it.  Check Yes Juliet by We the Kings had become my anthem. My mom will argue and say that it was The Middle by Jimmy Eat World but this is my story...
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What is Reality?

  I kinda liked my job. I really did. Every part of it was almost like a rotation. A solid rotation that was done continuously. It was something I could do on auto-pilot. The restaurant was a place I absolutely loved working at. My coworkers were so kind and they often helped out in the best of ways.  But it was constant. Not 24/7 constant but constant enough to where I’d work, go home, go to sleep, wake up, and do it all over again. I had a couple days off a week but they weren’t back to back. The back to back days off would’ve been nice but at the same time, it irked me badly to not do anything.  I needed to be active. I needed something to do. I needed consistency. I loved my consistency and the structure it led to.  So my days off were the same each and every week. I hoped that it would actually lead to some sort of ease at the end of the day, knowing that the next day would be busy. A day for relaxation and chores to be done. Every other day was spent working th...
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Halloween

 This is a story I wrote a while ago. So far, it hasn't been redone or edited sufficiently enough. If anything is needed, feel free to leave a comment. 
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My Mom is a Wannabe Final Girl - Intro

      Sometimes I wishes I got out of this dumb city like my sisters had. There was so much weird stuff going on but someone needed to keep an eye on our mother. She was nothing but trouble a good seventy-five percent of the time. For the longest time, Mom had been obsessed with true crime and horror movies and how to survive them. None of us knew why she was like this. But whatever it was, my sisters and I grew up being lectured over how to get away from whatever it was.      These things were so common in our household. Whenever we watched shows or movies that was some sort of crime or horror, Mom paused at multiple moments to say who did what wrong or how they could use a background prop as a weapon. Serial killer? The group didn't take open opportunities to attack. Demon out on a rainy day? Perfect time to stay in and read.      Mom made plans for everything and she told us each and every one of them. She would ramble on and off about the...
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Languish on the Lake

  I have been on this river for years. Thousands of years, hundreds of years, I have no idea. I just went back and forth from one end to the other. I used to think it was fun at first but after so long… It got boring. Like, really boring.  As a kid, I thought living on a boat was like, the best idea ever. Now, I regret it. I think I was hoping for more fun. More excitement like on all those boating shows my dad used to make us watch with him. Damn, I always thought of how cool it would be. But nope. Just stuck on a boat.  No one else was on it. I mean, sometimes people came on board but they were more like hitchhikers. They stayed for maybe a week on average. The longest one stayed was about half a year. She was fun, had some good stories. When she left, it got super boring super fast.  Boring this, boring that, potato, tomato.  Whatever.  They got to leave and I was trapped here. I tried not to be bitter about it. ‘ Look at the bright side ,’ is what my si...
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