Are We Doing This To Ourselves?
It’s like an out-of-body experience, looking at myself from across the room and watching me shoot myself in the foot. It’s all so clear, so understandable, and so difficult to change. And everyone seems to have their own version of this.
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Chelsea Fagan is a writer living in Paris. It's less pretentious than it sounds. 
I Know You Don’t Watch Me Walk Away
There is no straining for that one last look, no time suspended in the final unblinking stare. You don’t stay with me until I am just another city glow fading in to night.
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Jacqueline "Rock" Bublitz is a writer, feminist, atheist and arachnaphobe. These are the only things she can say for ... 
The One
I think that maybe my childhood never really ended, but I’ve got the whole world fooled. They pay me to work, they let me sign a lease, smoke cigarettes, cuss freely, vote. No one knows that I’m just a little girl in big girl’s clothing.
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Kate George is the Managing Editor at Portable.tv. Lives like Die Hard but with a Katy Perry vibe. Follow her on ... 
A Legitimate Feeling: Nothing
You’re on his bed. You don’t know why. Your hands are pinned down. You don’t know why. Your legs are spread. You don’t know why. He’s on top of you, and you know exactly why.
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Danielle is a twentysomething born and raised in Eagle River, Alaska, currently residing in Seattle, Washington. She ... 
The Third Person
In times of extreme duress, you may find it helpful to think in the third person. Imagine yourself as being in a story; not a story being written by you, but a story being written by another.
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Oliver has a MFA in fiction from a very expensive college, but has never published any fiction. He has written for ... 
