Experinces and Reactions

Words are both my friends and my enemies. I write what comes to mind. 

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College

What I hate about college

1. I have no freedom, why do we have to be restrained to a major and a list of mandatory classes. 

2. My time on earth is being wasted sitting in a classroom for hours a day. 

3. The content is so outdated and repetitive

4. sometimes I  love college

5. Most times I hate college

6. My butt is literally deflated because of the amount of time I spend sitting down

7. most information is useless

8. why can't there be a major that lets you just work at different places

9. The university tuition is increasing so the campus can have new buildings...why not fix the ones that are crumbling?... or fix the door that takes 50 pull to open

10. I have no money for college...but thank you FAFSA 

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Folkways

“norms/routine of casual interaction” 

opinion:  what is casual interaction? 

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Alone

The days I was alone I enjoyed my single laughter. Watching the lives of others feed my emotional fuel day by day. The enjoyment of studying a once silent screen soon gave me body aches. My mind was craving experiences outside of these four walls. I had no friends, no true friends only those who called on me for simple questions. I am alone not trapped by these four walls but by the illusion that I am alone with no escape. Others come and go but I choose to carve more tallies. Counting the passing days the transformation of my body. I lack the respect that you are there. I see you in the ripples of the stream making its journey to the sea. I see you in the faces that cared for you for many years. I see you on my phone screen looking back at me. I wonder if those eyes can still see who we are. 

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She dressed herself in confidence everyday and refused to wear anybody else’s insecurities.

a.j.lawless (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

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TRue suCCEss iS oVercomING tHe FEar Of beIng UNsucCesSfuL.

paul Sweeney

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Planning

death is a reoccurring action. thoughts and one's essence dies every passing of the night sky up above. Waking up with new thoughts and desires. Yesterday has gone never to relive again. our actions and words never to breathe again. Our feelings at the moment expire to only be temporarily revived in memory that soon fades by every passing day. Yet death is what we look for. we must accomplish certain things before we die. we long for fulfillment in our days, joy that is worth living. yet we are all concerned about the end of the road. we plan according to age, the years that count down our final days. 

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We have no right to express an opinion until we know all of the answers.

Kurt Cobain

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Dreaming of the person you want to be is wasting the person you already are

Kurt Cobain

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History

One of my parents parent had depression, maybe even something else I don't really know. I don't have a strong relationship with any of my grandparents. But it feels like their bad doings are catching up with not only them but us as well. Im not really close with any if my relatives either. Family gatherings bring joy to the laid off nerves and feeling of undermining self worth. What is my history? Does it reside in the stories of my past? Or does it even matter? History can lie, history can be bent at the willpower of the successor, what is my history? Is it my days laying around not doing anything or my attempts in trying to find a new identity. I am not motivated by my history but my reputation that does not reflect what has fallen behind me.

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happy birthday

We don't have presents not even a tree we don't celebrate Christmas like that rather we don't celebrate Christmas all. I wake up and look up to the sky and say happy birthday. Today's the first Christmas without my father. Not because he's dead but because he choose to leave his family. This marks the sudden realization that it's time to write a new book leaving the one that I'm scripted in.

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Sometimes

Sometimes I feel trapped in my own decisions. Willing to suffer my own consequences. Forced to stay put behind the walls of others judgment.

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readings

For my first college English class, I read the book on the road by Jack Kerouac. I thought this book was the most on drugs book ever yet the most relevant and critical eyeopening experience conveyed in a book. The things this man said was profoundly relatable and exposes raw feelings and ideas that are so true to be told. 

“But you can go on thinking and imagining forever further and stop at no decisions to pick up a bag for the thinkings. Turn your thinking into your work, your thoughts a book, in sieges.” ― Jack Kerouac, On the Road: the Original Scroll

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stuck

I'm stuck in a mood I can't get out of. Dragging my feet across my dust carpet floor. I throw myself from side to side figuring out my life. I listen to music to keep me up but doesn't make a difference. I got a job but won't pay for my future. so I sought some help in some artificial intelligence texting apps. This was amusing I was talking to a robot. This turned more into a game to confuse the system. but then became difficult to remember that I have no friends. I'm stuck in this mood looking for hope that one day ill be worth smiling for. 

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Sometimes feeling sorry for yourself is the easiest thing, but not the right thing.

Unknown

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Ua ua ka ua, mahea oe?

The rain rained(when the hard work was being done) where were you?

Hawaiian proverbs book(puke olelo noeau)

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DW

Don't worry kid, you've got so much more to live for. Every breath is another chance at living your life. A chance at taking risk and knowing sometimes things don't go as planned. Don't worry kid you've got nothing planned. Every breath is another chance to feel life.

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9219

9 is a weird number. nine, at 9 I learned what it felt like to not be love yet learn how to fight for it. At 9 is when I lost my baby tooth eating chocolate chip cookies on my mom's stairs. Nine is a teasing number. 19 is like a trick question. Your treated like an adult but your still a teen. 19 is when I learned that sometimes love isn't worth fighting for yet loving is something to die for. At 29...