Twenty-five years of being lost, going down the wrong road, laughing it off, faking a smile, and then writing about it.
I was born and raised in Connecticut and recently graduated from Cal. State, Fullerton . . . what happened in between all of that, will bleed through my entries.
What will happen after? Well . . .
. . . I’ll let you know.
I’m not sure where I’m going, but if you’d like to tag along, I know some good jokes . . . kinda.
~ Jess Aronin
Sincerely, social anxiety
Why must joy have consequences?
Why must companionship involve loneliness?
Why must blood be drawn to see the big picture?
Why must tears be shed to see things clearer?
Why must I hear the bad voices in order to appreciate the good?
Read MoreStraight to hell
I don’t have to be like everyone else in order to be happy.
I don’t have to be like her.
I just have to be like me
and be the best and truest me I can be.
Peace be with you
I don’t see why I have to be twelve feet under in order to rest in peace.
Read MoreCome on Barbie, let’s go Barbie
What if we just stayed behind our glass cases,
like porcelain dolls…
what would ever come of us?
MVP
I had my life in my own hands and I didn’t want it.
I didn’t want it because I was so terrified of making the wrong decision that I just decided to not make any decisions at all.
Asthma
Maybe I wanted to forget this place to make things less sad when I left.
To make things so that I wouldn’t miss them when I left.
But with you…
it doesn’t work that way.
Read MoreHide & go seek
“Pretend you don’t care what you look like, but make sure you look good doing it.”
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Lifesavers or cashiers?
People who see your scars on your heart, however, will save your life.
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