Monday, April 23, 2012


My first out-of-state experience was flying to Seattle, WA at 22-years-old to visit my homesick boyfriend for the weekend.
I was about five-years-old when my mother threatened to take the bottle away.  In return, I vowed never to drink whole milk for as long as I live.  I've held onto that grudge/promise for 18 years.
It took less than 24 hours to fall in love with my boyfriend.  We've been together for three years now.
I lost my 17-year-old cousin to a staph infection four years ago.  I dedicated my college graduation to him in the family invitations.
I've been having panic attacks for the past six months and I've just realized that I'm experiencing a quarter-life crisis.

Marilyn, age 23

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