I ran for two hours a day. I lost so much weight my hair fell out. I pulled myself back to that park, to the summer before I started college and I stayed there for a while, listening to my mix-tapes I’d made for running. The church and the wedding far off in the future, my friend’s mother does not have cancer. She cleans compulsively and has a wicked sense of humor. She is rooted to the earth without any suggestion otherwise, at least for twelve more years. I think about the choices we sometimes make, how much is about survival. Will this keep me alive? Will this kill me? Depending on our mental health, we usually pick the one that keeps us alive, that preserves us. *I wrote this one. xo Jennifer Pastiloff
Posted on: Tue, 14 Oct 2014 22:27:52 +0000
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