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Monasterio de San Lorenzo de El Escritorial 
Monasterio de San Lorenzo de El Escritorial 
Monasterio de San Lorenzo de El Escritorial 
The doors of Monasterio de San Lorenzo de El Escritorial 
Monasterio de San Lorenzo de El Escritorial 
Monasterio de San Lorenzo de El Escritorial 
Parque de El Retiro 
Parque de El Retiro 
ethereal heron 
Cima Tosa at Lake Molveno Italy 
One of the many waterfalls at Monasterio de Piedra, Spain
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I think it was a month ago exactly that I said I wanted to continue writing my blog as an outlet and something I wanted to stick to. One month later, I obviously didn’t. I could say it’s frustrating that I can’t follow through with anything, but like dealing with someone who’s burned you a
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I answered one of those daily prompts about something that I needed to do but hadn’t. I railed and whined about how my health was in a bit of a bad spot and that the great American way of have health insurance or go fuck yourself, was not working well for me. I knew I
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It’s a new month. The possibilities are endless of what I could excitedly commit myself to accomplishing that I may or may not follow through with. Every month to me is like a New Year’s resolution list in which I choose lofty goals to achieve and then I promptly don’t when met with the slightest
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I accept that I am hopelessly ADHD. I struggle with executive function in every sense of the word. I can’t plan anything, except planning to buy planners that I fill out one week of and set on the shelf to never be opened again. I can’t manage time for the life of me. I make
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I can’t say I have ever been a happy person. I think by the age of 12 I was just generally severely unhappy and isolated. I didn’t fit in well with other kids. I was awkward and went off on weird tangents about weird topics no one cared about. I was insufferably lonely; something that
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Ah the witching hour. Midnight again. The time when normal people are winding down from a productive day. As we have seen, I am not in that group. the moments before midnight for me, are spent frantically trying to turn in all the homework that I had a week or more to complete, realizing I
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It’s the end of another day in my household, one that seems to play out all too familiarly. I start my morning with a semblance of a routine that I have cobbled together; a leftover from Europe I suppose. I wash my face, make myself a thermos of tea (this week I am stuck on
Ghosts in The Attic 