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so this girl that’s in my writing class said she wanted to grab coffee and that she would text me when she’s in but.... like..... she hasn't and i don't have all the time in the world (also she kissed me back in December but I was drunk so I don't know what to think of that) LOL
How To Be Smarter
How To Be Smarter
Don’t take the bait no matter how tempting it is. Example: There’s a cup on the counter in front of the roommate and their telling you to put it away because it doesn’t belong on the counter but they can’t lift it up and put it in the cupboard in front of themselves. Me: Why don’t you pick it up and put it in there, you’re right in front of the cupboard. Them: It’s not my job to clean up after…
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Reach out and DON'T touch someone
Reach out and DON’T touch someone
There seems to be a major error in understanding when it comes to appropriate barriers. What is understood to be someone else’s right and what is done is not often the same thing. It is someone’s right to refuse to be touched and yet it’s rude to tell someone not to touch them. Often the person doing the touching will continue to touch some. Once, AT CHURCH, a woman comes over and basically…
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Curtain Call....Friday Fiction in Five Sentences.
Curtain Call….Friday Fiction in Five Sentences.
The cast takes a bow to the standing this HTML class. Value is https://dailypost.woovation of a delighted crowd for the brilliant act of The Sweet Fairy.
Poppy flushes in excitement and pride. Her heart swells from the euphoric dopamine of being a lead for the very first time.
It’s an experience she wants to have over and over again.
For thevery first time in her twelve years as an actor on…
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"I have no respect for Chris, he called me an over emotional bitch, and I'm like, you are an overemotional bitch, own up to it. And, yeah, that's basically how this whole fight started."
What is wrong with me?
How do you love yourself when even the person you think loves you most, loves you less and less everyday? — or at least that’s how I feel. It’s always me. It’s me who overthinks. It’s me who makes myself think of things not worth thinking about. Why do I do that? I’d love to answer that but even a clue, I don’t have. I’m sorry mom for being a collosal disappointment and a constant pain in your neck. I’m sorry for being too tired from school that I choose to sleep instead of folding the laundry. I’m sorry for liking someone who comforts me when you’re not there or when you’re too beat to even pay attention to me. I’m sorry for wanting to go away from here. I’m sorry. okay? You always talk about how life will be like if you were to die. Everytime you did that, I wish I could just sew your lips together because even a packing tape won’t shut you up. Now, it’s my turn. Maybe if I go away far enough, you could forget how bad I am. You could forget how much I hurt you because I wasn’t normal. Maybe you could forget those nights that I kept you up because I was having panic attacks. Maybe if I went away long enough you’d forget how disappointed you are of me. Maybe if I didn’t come back, you’d forget about me. You won’t have to deal with me anymore or remembering how much pain I caused you, or how much of a disappointment I am… You are my foundation. You drive me to strive for my best. But when I give it to you, i get a frown. AND I’M TIRED OF THAT! And I’m sick of smiling! I’m sick of saying yes to everything! I’m sick of having to act everytime I’m in front of people because they can’t handle this shit! But why do I have to handle it? Why am I the one who has to be strong? Why am I the one who has to play dead? I’m sick of not knowing why! I’m sick of not knowing my purpose! I’m sick of living! I didn’t ask for this. I feel like an idiotic person because I see all these strong people who go through shit and I tell them it’s okay but I don’t know if it will be. What the fuck is that Rachelle. I wonder what would happen if I come to school one day and I’m completely myself. What if I channeled my inner feelings and radiate it on my face? Heck I can’t even do that! Because I’m so used to keeping it all in and caging it that I don’t even know which part of me it’s in. It’s not grudge. It’s self pity and anger and disappointment and a lot more. It’s crazy because instead of crying and sulking, the best way that i have discovered to help me the most is to smile. If I don’t smile, I’ll die. What the fuck is wrong with me?!
Mom: Do you want salad for lunch?
Me: //closes eyes and turns to the side and whispers dramatically// Okay.
Mom: //face// Where do you learn that stuff? That looked like an old man
Me: I have no one to learn from, Mother; I have no friends.
Mom: Yes, you-
Me: //FURIOUSLY GALLOPS AWAY// I HAVE NO FRIENDS!!!!!!
