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And that kind of confidence, you know, like I was finally - I was good at something, that was so new, and that was so exciting and I just wanted him to know that and, fuck, I just wanted him to be like, “Good job!” And the more he wouldn’t respond, and the more our relationship kinda strained, the deeper into this I went and the better I got. And the more people I cut out, the quieter my life got. And the routine of the kitchen was so consistent and exacting and busy and hard and alive, and I lost track of time and he died. And he left me his restaurant. And over the last couple months I-I’ve been trying to fix it ‘cause it was in rough shape, and I think it’s very clear that me trying to fix the restaurant was me trying to fix whatever was happening with my brother. And I don’t know, maybe fix the whole family because that restaurant, it has and it, it does mean a lot to people. It means a lot to me. I just don’t know if it ever meant anything to him.

THE BEAR (2022-)

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All I wanted

were blue skies,

until I learned

to love the rain.

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Sorry..

My mother the ever non loving person she was always told me "I'm sorry" will be forever carved into my grave stone. At the age of 22 I'm realizing how much she fucked me up.

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Words

I believe nothing I write will ever matter. This wont bring solace to anyone but myself maybe at least I hope. My therapist told me to journal, I used to be pretty good with words. That is until my mind decided it wanted nothing to do with the person it control's. So here I am trying to get my rhythm back and write again. If anyone finds comfort in these words I thank you for reading. For I have sinned and these are my confessions, locked up deep in my mind scratching to become free. 

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