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Day 337 – Monologue

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There’s this annoying voice in my head telling me a hundred things at once. I keep trying to push it away, but every time the voice tortures me with another question that has at least ten possible answers. Ambiguous? Maybe, but that’s just how it feels to be in my head right now. The last three days have forced me to decide. What do you want to do? How bad do you want it? Are you...

Day 325 – Panic

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Forty more days to go. Forty more days and I will have finished putting my life on the screen for everyone to read about daily. Just forty more days. As the days pass I think about my final post. I have so many ideas on how to write it that sometimes it feels like my head is going to explode; but there is one thing that needs to be said: this project has taught me well and made me grow. When I...

Day 321 – Details

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I am all about the small details in everything. For instance if I receive a gift I am so excited about the wrapping and the bow on it and less about the actual present that’s inside. If I would go into a store, I would admire the small details they used to arrange the windows or the merchandise. If I would go to someone’s house I would freak out about the small boxes or any small...

Day 305 – When?

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That’s right, when? You have to be patient, you have to take each day as it comes, you have to try and not think to much ahead and just enjoy the moment, be in the moment, but when? I would say right now. We are all emotionally unstable, or maybe not all of us but most of us, and I am no exception I must say. And today my brain screams when? because that’s what it does when I start...

Day 300 – Is it? Really?

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Day 300. Oh, boy, that’s something. I’m not going to go on saying again that I can’t believe it or that I wasn’t expecting this day to come, but I am going to smile for a while. I could even say I celebrated a little today, having the most wonderful 4 hours I had the whole week. The first hundred days were horrible. Every day was a struggle, every hour my worst enemy and I...

Day 275 – Spring is here!

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Finally the sky of Florence took pity in us and cleared up, blessing our limbs with the warm rays of the sun. My body was getting tired of always being wrapped in a hundred layers of clothes. Now, the fact that the chocolate fair is still going on, makes life in Florence even more beautiful. The fair is going to end on February 15, so don’t miss your chance and go get some chocolate intp...

Day 274 – When do you know you have to let a project go

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Lately I’ve been involved in a lot of projects; maybe a little too many. Some on short term, some with real perspectives in the future. They all have a thing in common: once I take them on I get very much attached and can’t let go. But there are also those projects that seem fun when you talk about them, look like they’re going to be successful and then slap you in the face. So...

Day 270 – Childless mother (part V)

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That bitch! He said he loved her. Didn’t she know that, didn’t he prove himself to her enough? That bitch! She acted like he raped her or worse. He just gave her exactly what she wanted from him. She asked for it, she craved it, she was practically begging him to do it. And then pretending like she was sick. Such a waste of time and energy. All virgins were the same. Sweet, naive...

Day 269 – Childless mother (part IV)

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Holding her daughter’s hand. Paralyzed with fear, invaded by memories. Seventeen years ago she was standing in a waiting room, similar to the one they were in now. Or maybe the tiles were just a little bit cleaner. She too was judging the women around her, she too was afraid of death and compromise. But she had to do it, her career was depending on her and also… also she didn’t...

Day 268 – Childless mother (part III)

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Stomach pains, vulnerability, headaches, inability to smoke, depression… peeing on a stick. Doctors, visits, wrong diagnosis, fury, collapse… peeing on a stick. Happiness, fear, pain, smoking, denial… peeing on a stick. ” I am better than this. I should have been better than this. This can’t be happening to me. Not to me, the girl who always advises other stupid...

Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu