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This poem was written on Tuesday, January 8, 2019. I am sorry for neglecting you, for not considering your feelings I am sorry for ignoring your tears, the ones that flood your face and stream endlessly You deserve more love and attention Don't cry, don't fret, don't stress I am sorry your anguish has taken a toll, one that truly caused you pain I am sorry your voice was silenced by the volatility You deserve better You demand better, and the world shall listen I am sorry for your scars -- physical, emotional, and mental I am sorry I never liberated you You need the freedom from the suffocation You deserve better You deserve love Love more than hate I am sorry I want to do better by you

Well, I do not think this will generate much attention, or really any raised eyebrows for that matter. To address the question of whether I use social media: Yes, I do in fact use it. Honestly, I have addressed my fallouts with Facebook in 2017 and Twitter earlier this spring. The only social media that I use at this time are YouTube (Oddly, I consider this as social media), Snapchat (As of this past Monday, the 10th), and Instagram (Using it since July 2017). To me, I can only think of social media by this determination: I use it to socialize, motivate others, compliment content that I feel seems appealing, and to share content that I feel is necessary to share. Basically, social media is like an outlet for me, and I do not monetize from it -- in no means whatsoever. Essentially it is meant to be fun for me -- and it will remain that way for me. Social media is one of those outlets or platforms that seems to preserve purposes that intend to make or break someone. So, if social media

What can I say? Practice is the best medicine for writers? Whether I yearn for rhythmic thumbs syndrome or if the writing bug has bitten me too many times, I have noticed that growing as a writer takes a lot of practice, so much practice that it may drive me crazy. OK, maybe this is not terribly false, because let's face it, it's me we are talking about here. Case in point I am an imperfect, flawed writer, but my compassion for this art delves deep, so deep it rumbles the ground like a subtle earthquake. The secret that I can share with other people who aspire to write their hearts out is to write continuously, always continue on your account. Meanwhile, if you do feel discouraged about your future endeavors as a writer, do not fret because someone tells you that you cannot do it. You can always do more to prove to yourself that you hold value as a writer. Now does this sort of advice help you? Well, I hope so because you have more talent than you perceive of yourself. 

To begin, I have some disappointing news that recently happened. I have decided to take an indefinite and undetermined break from Instagram. Lately I have noticed abnormalities in my mood and mental health that has become inevitable. It pains for me to discontinue use of Instagram at this time, all because of the activities from Instagram, and because I am not strong enough (mentally) to cope with the hardships. I am not able to handle this pressure anymore. For that, I am sorry to disappoint my Internet friends, real-life friends, and some family members by my departure. There are too many thoughts in my head -- ones that are particularly terrifying -- that make me feel really unhealthy to handle the incessant and insurmountable information on Instagram. So, with that in mind, I cannot give a definitive answer about whether I will return onto the social media platform. 

Needy…seeking the love you want Patronizing the hearts you stole Manipulating the souls you protected Heartbreaker Temper rises, ears inflamed all around Seeking the souls you broke  Destroying the lives you stole Heartbreaker Stealing the innocence one will lose forever Damaging the fabric of the embrace Disapproving the love you used to share Heartbreaker

Just to start things off, does it ever make you wonder why laughter is contagious? There are several reasons that many people can conclude by their assessments. Well, I can think of a few possibilities: the sound/inflection — sometimes the sound of laughter really can cause a reaction across a crowd of silence; the joke delivery — now for a joke delivery it really depends on the timing and the intention of it; and, most importantly, the speaker who conveys the humor. In fact, these reasons may be on point…OK, maybe not because let us face it, humor is something difficult to portray whenever we live in times of uncertainty, where we expect so much from someone delivering humor or subtle shade if you interpret it differently.    Whenever I hear the sound of laughter I feel a sense of liveliness and uplift, it is as if a slight euphoria occurs to me. From an obvious standpoint, everybody has their unique sound of laughter: some sound like chuckles, some sound hear