• ‘If only I had a boyfriend’ seems to be a common sentiment among my mind since I turned 26. I want desperately to get married and have a family, so finding someone to date seems to be of great importance. But then, it also is great burden, to cut out time, get to know someone.

  • It is pressing, the idea of time. How fast it goes, and how much one has to accomplish in such a short life span. Goals, ambitions, the drive to succeed. Yet life is so short, and so unexpected. How can we overcome something we have no control over?

  • I am a believer. Or at least I once was. I believed I could be better than best, and stronger than strong. Failing tore that down a bit. So am I still a believer? Because I feel like my walls have been ripped down by an ugly monster forcing me to run away from what I’ve always believed. So how can I be?

  • The handsome officer stepped into the room very stoic, not directly making eye contact with anyone. I appreciated his lack of ego, and focus on the situation at hand. It was obvious to me that he cared more about his job and doing the right thing, than making himself look good, and getting a number or two. I was drawn to him, yes.

  • The salt water taffy was hard to chew, and made me feel like a moron. My TMJ was working overtime to embarrass me. Why did I allow myself to eat it right this second? Here he is, being all perfect and gorgeous, and here I am chewing like a cow. What is wrong with me?

  • I was beaming at her with such pride. She had come so far, and all on her own accord. This child, this human being that I produced, was so talented, so driven. I was, and am, constantly in awe of her spunk. Her will and drive to be the best and succeed. She was beaming herself, so proud in her accomplishment.

  • The sentiment of a relationship is quite lovely. But I find it completely terrifying. Opening yourself up to someone, making yourself 100% vulnerable, with 0% guarantee it is going to work out and you won’t get hurt? No thanks. Yes, a lovely sentiment, but not a realistic expectation.

  • On the sill it sat. Waiting. Looking for God. Waiting for God. Waiting for life to start. On the sill it sat. Looking at what life held for it. Wondering how long that life would be. If more life would start because of it. On the sill it sat. Looking for something to live for, to chase. Something to give it meaning.

  • The bourbon on my tongue stung, and burned as it slipped down my throat. It took me a second, but then it started to warm my insides and I liked the way it felt. I took another swig from the bottle, and slowly understood how alcoholics were born. It was no different than drinking black coffee.

  • I was tracking the package online, and found that it was impossible to locate the book I bought for my sister. A mental panic started inside me. Why isn’t it here? Why can’t I find the tracking code? I don’t understand; this book is important. She wanted it so bad. She was going to be so happy. Technology sucks. They say

  • Taking trenches with us in everyday life is no way to live. We cannot hide from the real world’s brutality and then move on. If so, we’d all be cowards. We’d all have to face more than just fear. But our own fear

  • in the trenches we lay, calm as a duck on water, ready to take on the day. I look at you and wish that you cared more, that your heart were right there with mine, as mine is with yours. But alas, I am the fool that carries you with me, while I am left for dead out in the trenches. Goodbye my love, stay safe.

  • If I plaster you with kindness will you believe my sincerity? I have long been over this competition between us that you started. It’s time to let go. It is time to move on. I sincerely wish for you to give up your hatred towards me, so that we can at least be

  • It takes a lot of stealth to overcome obstacles in your life, such as depression, anxiety, not being wanted by the people in your life. It takes stealth to keep up the appearance of happiness, that you’re okay, that you can keep going, screw what the world thinks. Mental stealth, indeed.

  • I have no outlet for the pain I feel that is brewing deep inside. I want to scream, but there are too many ears to ear. I want to fight, but there isn’t anything to physically hurt or hit. I wish there was a way for me to get this anguish out, but I must […]

  • The controller of the game sat and watched everything from her chair. She watched as the newlyweds bickered, the single wench from the pub licked her lips in anticipation of being a reason for them to get a premature divorce, and the parents sat there too upset to not do anything, yet too confused to […]

  • The jelly in her hands was warm. At first, she really wasn’t sure what she wanted to do with it. She couldn’t really turn back now, but she wasn’t positive she wanted to proceed. This experience might not be a good one. Making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich utensil-less couldn’t be easy….

  • the copper doorknob wouldn’t turn. I stood there staring as I tried to think of a way to get in. But in moments of pressure, the only solution I could come up with was kicking the door. The copper doorknob wouldn’t turn, and I broke my toe in a fit of anger.

  • DayDreamin' Fool commented on the post, seat 9 years, 1 month ago

    I took a seat out by the tree in the far back. I took a seat next to the tombstone labeled “sonny” and I listened about my grandpas life as if I had been apart of it.

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