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A week ago, I opened the window of my apartment to blow smoke into the fog. Frustration and anxiety emitted from my very pores.
A month ago, I drove to Sacramento to be there for Daniel on his birthday night. That night lacked connectivity; I was far too anxious.
Two months ago, I walked across a stage, and received a mock diploma, and pretended to smile with my peers.
A year ago, I was drowning in an emotional fog; it's resonating this summer, but I'm glad its density has altered and a lot of my energy is currently flowing into self-exploration.
Two years ago, I left Jonathan, and became a free-floating spirit amongst strangers.
Five years ago, I succumbed to anxiety: college was the next step.