In a world of over seven billion people, what sets you apart from the rest?
My most well-read pieces of writing occur on nights when rest seems to elude me.
I grow weary thinking of all that’s happened the past few months.
We had lengthy discussion about this in my freshman year, during these dinners where we’d hold discussions about what it means to serve, why people serve, and what…
I just need to make it through the next 21 hours.
21 hours and I’ll get help.
It’s been hard lately. So hard.
I’ll be the one you dream about
I’ll be the one you live without
I’ll be the one to make you think
I’ll be the one for whom you drink
I’ll be there in every blank white space
Sometimes, it feels as though the way things are structured in the world is a rat race, one where people try to outdo other people.