The Rat Race

It’s 6:09 A.M. Right now I want nothing more than to be back in the comfort of my bed, but if I’m ever going to make it as a writer, I’ve got to write. That means something’s gotta give, and it looks like that something is sleep. I’m reminded of that scene in Fight Club,…

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Letter from a Stoic

Law school killed my soul. Every day used to be a rollercoaster. The lowest lows, the highest highs, and back again. It was torture, but at least I was alive. A flirty text from a cute girl was enough to launch me into a manic state for days. Likewise, listening to a single Nirvana song…

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