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Name: Reyna.
DOB: 14 February 1992.
St. Joe's/HMHS alumn.
SMC student.
Religion: Catholic
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Today, we did a mock trial for Anne Hutchinson.
Historically, she was banished from her colony and forced to move to Rhode Island.
The way we do it at Saint Mary’s is we banish her from the colony and send her to Gonzaga.
I love being a Gael.
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Today I met someone at SMC…
who used to go to my high school.
I have never seen him before in my life, and I’m starting to wonder what kind of shell I’m living in.
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That sucky moment when you finish the assigned reading and you still can’t answer the response questions.
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I’m hoping that this will be my last post regarding you.
I’ve finally reached a point in which I really am content with what has happened regarding the last “almost” of my love life. I’ve replayed the past month over and over again. I’m not going to say I deserve better, and I’m not going to say he deserves me. I’m not going to say he’ll never get a chance with me, and I’m not going to say I’ll never consider dating him again.
We were two people who stumbled across an attraction for each other, and the thing that went wrong was the way we tried to nurture it.
Maybe I could have fallen for this guy, and maybe I could have tied him down, but those things don’t matter because the time that was spent between the beginning and the end was enough to learn about myself.
He could have been the right person at the wrong time, but the fault is in the condition rather than ourselves. And by coming to terms with that, I can happily keep him in my life as a friend whom I once fancied.
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I spent a year and a half liking you.
I’ve liked you
on and off and on and off
for far too long and
far too quickly
only to fall so far
from what I need into a pool
of what I want.
And for a year and a half
of liking you
on and off and on and off,
I was frustrated.
Frustrated that it had to be you.
Now
on and off and on and offÂ
I fumble with myself
faking what I feel for you
when all I want to do is
forget about the text
that informed me that
you, unfortunately,
are not meant to be.
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