Me, thinking: isn’t it remarkable how the universe continues its lonely chase toward oblivion unknown. We are hanging in an expanse of nothing at all, living like the true means of our existence can be found within when, in fact, the only aspect that appears to matter is the relationships we form with other individuals. At its base, relationships are the essence of everything, from the very first atoms colliding, interacting, experiencing existence in a similar place, to fleeting eye contact from across the room when sharing a mutual idea-

Me, trying to write: “But I love him!” she shrieked disbelievingly with a grunt of air through her nostrils like a hippo. She tossed her long, brown, tangled hair over her green tang top and thought about how she hated that her turquoise eyes always looked confused when this always happened

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