paying in naivety.
Dani, nineteen, spartan.
writer for The Black Sheep and The Odyssey, magnet for trouble, worst sorority girl ever. If I could have it back, all the time that we wasted, I'd love to waste it again.
 

Chapter One
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost …. I am helpless.
It isn’t my fault
It takes forever to find a way out.

Chapter Two
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don’t see it.
I fall in again.
I can’t believe I am in this same place.
But, it isn’t my fault
It still takes a long time to get out.

Chapter Three
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it there.
I still fall in … it’s a habit … but,
my eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.

Chapter Four
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.

Chapter Five
I walk down another street.

—Portia Nelson, “Autobiography In Five Short Chapters” (via feellng)

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But maybe it’s for the best that I was asleep. Maybe that was the world saying it’s time for us to stop. Really stop. To stop saying that we’re going to stop. 





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