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accountability is one of the strangest things. you can never tell when it’s your fault and when it’s not, you simply have to assess the situation and everything that surrounds it and establish as to whether you are actually in anyway at fault, or deserve any recognition. you need to maintain humility.
By elena on 09.15.2011
On account of the time, I am unable to write much. I’m learning Farsi, and god knows how much I don’t fucking care about this language. I just want to graduate and get out of here. And live with my husband. And be naked. Oh my.
By Laura on 09.15.2011
on account this, i have a full day with no school!! i have a surprise party to go to!!!!
By golden brumby URL on 09.15.2011
Having one seems to define us as persons today. Whether it is a bank account or at some other company. personaly my facebook account is my “face” to the world. A bit sad it may seem. But nonetheless the way the world is today.
By Christian Nielsen on 09.15.2011
It is not my fault for not taking account of every aspect of your life. I’m sorry for the things I said but how could I know I would provoke that reaction. I will try to take account of your situation.
By GBaby URL on 09.15.2011
She had begged to get a Youtube account, but her mother had said no. That had seemed the most horrible thing in the world to her, so she went and got one without telling mother. She posted a video of herself singing Party in the USA by Miley Cyrus, and she said she made the song. But really she hadn’t, and so she got arrested, and got 1,000,453 dislikes on her video, and she did NOT live happily ever after.
By Isis on 09.15.2011
account really out of any other word you could have chosen you wrote account. my bank account is like zero because i have to constantly go visit my husband because i miss him so damn much. is it worth it? completely i wouldn’t change it for the world i love him more than anything.
By Kelsey Dietlin on 09.15.2011
be accountable for your actions, don’t let others make decisions for you, and most importantly don’t let yourself get in the way of your dreams, goals and aspirations. end o story. oh yeah and give more than what you do now.
By Lauren Randall URL on 09.15.2011
I made an account at the store you owned, and i never forget it i buy something everyday there because i secretly love you(:
By olivia URL on 09.15.2011
My checking account has $0.09 in it…no new book for me today…that’s sad :(
By kateydelilah URL on 09.15.2011
on account of my divorce i am a better person. i am in school and doing better than i have ever been. i found the man of my dreams who actually treats me with love and respect. i have a wonderful house, two awesome dogs, i’m on the honor roll. on account of being beaten and wounded i am stronger than i have ever been. i now stand up for myself.
By lea on 09.15.2011
This reminds me of bank account. Also the various sites I surf, everybody wants me to make an account. Wherever you go, to whosoever you interact, you need to establish an identity, and in virtual world, account does this work for you.
By Ankita on 09.15.2011
on the account of loving you, i must start with saying this wasn’t what i expected. And even though you’re the only thing i can write about, i’d love to find a word that didn’t remind me of you. i’m sorry to say that you are perminently on my mind. this is so stypid
By britt on 09.15.2011
Find me, find you. you sit there with your bills on the table, and u cant even focus on my presence. but i am there, within you. I am the dancing child that doesnt care for things as foolish as work. i care for life, all in it, fun and hope. but most of all, i care for love.
By Lexi Z on 09.15.2011
I don’t like accounts. They are stressful. They remind me that I’m not a child anymore. You remember? When we were little and that nothing really mattered. Just playng. Living, Having ice cram. It’s all gone, now.
By Sandrine Galand on 09.15.2011
Accounting your bills on the table. It is such a shame that while you do this, i stand, staring at the knife on the table. how easy it would be to pick it up, and drive it in your back. it is too bad that i try and when i pick the knife up, i shake and it falls to the floor. you turn and i know i have made a mistake.
By Lexi Zoe URL on 09.15.2011
slow me down. i am running far to fast, accounting to the belief ive failed you. i cannot bear it. lost in your smile, i see someone elses face. i have lied to you and continue to do so. i would kill to make this stop.
Era un día caluroso, por eso el aire frío del vestíbulo del banco lo golpeó de improviso y le causó un incómodo escalofrío. Se estremeció. Era un banco antiguo y podía sentirse en sus viejas paredes el peso de su historia. Fijó su vista en los televisores, las ampolletas de bajo consumo, los computadores que usaban los empleados. Todos artefactos de última generación. No pudo evitar sentir algo de nostalgia. La gente también vestía, aunque de forma diversa, tal cual dictaba el siglo XXI. Aún no se acostumbraba a ser testigo del choque entre ese gastado edificio y las modernidades del futuro. El aire tampoco era tan puro.
Se dirigió a la zona de cajas, deseando que ojalá la cajera no se asustara cuando le pidiera sacar dinero de esa cuenta que abrió cuando tenía 18 años. Allá por el año 1774.
Tomó un número y se sentó a esperar.
By Julia URL on 09.15.2011
a division of Identity Crisis, Inc.