First and foremost, I want to start off with an apology. I apologise for all the times I have hurt you, for all the times I made you miserable. They are all mistakes that I regret. I regret making you angry. I regretting making you feel sad. I am sorry for it all.
I might be only 15 and I might be 'too young to understand what love is,' but I do know one thing for sure, I love you and I always will. Being with you for an entire year just makes me want to keep going, to make many more years with you. Even though it has been a year, you still make my heart run anytime you look at me, you still make me nervous anytime you kiss me. I love everything about you, Qasim. I love everything from your beautiful eyes to your warm hugs and bad jokes that
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Hi... I've been trying so hard to respect that you needed some space but I just can't not talk to you any longer. I understand if you no longer want anything to do with me or if you even want to talk to me but I just want to let you know how sorry I am and how ashamed of myself I am for hurting you the way I did. You are what I loved most in this world and I ruined it. I am so sorry for lying to you and making you feel the way you did. I am also so so sorry if I ruined your week with you're family. I pray I didn't. You probably dont think I do but I love you so much Ellie and I always will. I really want to fix things, I'm willing to do anything in my power to fix things I just need to know whether or not you want me to because I will understand
Today, mum said I could not use her car to get to work. She and mom got into a disagreement last night, I am not sure what it was about but I heard she was very ignorant and rude. In result, she told me that my mom should be responsible for me, that she could not lend her car and I could not ask Lorenzo to borrow his. I had nothing to do with her and mom's disagreement.
OK damn man. Ok I’m just going to give you general details. I already told as much as I’m going to tell you about Friday night. On Saturday we party on a boat with these fine ass women, however Luther didn’t go he was too hung over, so we left his ass at the
I've sat in my room crying for days before because this entire situation has gotten out of hand & went ways it shouldn't have & a lot of people hate me whenever I did absolutely nothing to you but give you my everything & just sat there loving you and trying to give you my all.. please remember that because I've never have had taken the time & consideration to do that for anyone at all ever & of course when I do it wasn't good enough obviously & your way more happier now & it hurts me that its not with me anymore but it doesn't matter how I feel. I even took the time to try to help you out finding who actually did it to you and that wasn't enough for you either. I have no idea what is good enough for you anymore since you have changed so much. I can't walk around school bumping into you as much as I do & just act like I have no idea who you are after everything..this honestly probably doesn't mean absolute shit to you at all but I needed to get it out & tell you. Please stop hating me for absolutely no reason it's awful knowing your feelings towards me have changed so dramatically because of some dumbass who wanted to ruin not your life but
In this paper I will be discussing the four charges brought against Socrates in Plato’s essay The Apology# and why exactly each of these charges is completely fictitious. The four charges brought against Socrates were that he argued the physical over the metaphysical, he argued the weaker claim over the stronger claim, he went against the gods, and he was corrupting the youth (Singer, lecture, 9-15-11). Each of these four charges is false for varying reasons and I will be addressing each explanation on why each charge is a complete sham, after discussing each charge.
I awoke to beams of a dozen spotlights, my vision gradually adjusted to the brilliant white light which illuminated everything around me. The realization that I had fallen asleep during rehearsal caused my eyes to widen in utter shock and confusion.
The air reeked of alcohol, the intoxicated breaths of young people colliding together over drunken slurs to create one distinct scent. She kept her head low as she made her way through the maze made by the seemingly endless crowd. Full of regrets, she was doing all she could to get out of there, the distraction turning out to be nothing more than a few drinks with people who didn't even know when her birthday was. The song finished abruptly, followed by simultaneous cheering. She kept moving, weaving in and out of people with fierce determination until she walked right into him. She murmured a quick apology and went to continue when the familiarity of the figure in front of her hit. She hesitantly looked up, heart dropping into her stomach at the mere sight of him.
I'm so high I'm in outer space with Captain Picard I'm me everyday, I'm a genius retard Life is like a play, mine was wrote by The Bard Life is like a game, mine is way too hard Like Battletoads or #Contra And it's shocking like #Blanka How a sweet black kid got turned to a monsta
ill fucking kill you bitch if you don't stop talking shit behind my back you dirty tart. You be suck all sort of dick my boy and I gonna expose your bitch ass if you don't stop. maybe ill brake your fucking family's knees in. I'm not going to fuck around anymore you fucking dirty ass bitch, another thing you owe me money you hoe. bitch I got niggas that are willing to beat your ass.........
Hiding in this damn room is a stupid idea but I really don’t have a choice in the matter. Not after everything that’s happened today. The Division Leaders are here and this is where Jensen put me, out of sight and away from prying eyes. It’s probably for the best, considering that Samuel possibly believes that I’m unconscious thanks to Doctor Estin. Unless the doctor told him that his plan went wrong. I don’t believe Estin did though. He would be to scared that Samuel would take his daughter off ice. He wouldn’t risk it.
I felt the sticky, sweet summer air plaster my clothes to my perspiring body, the wood of my violin getting dangerously damp as I cranked out note after note; a mechanical doll spinning slowly around my room as I performed to nobody but myself and the smell of mochi rising from the kitchen.
I know a lot of people feel apologies are powerful things, but I don't think you should be able to excuse your actions with two words. Things change. It doesn't mean they get better. You have to make things better and not hide behind an apology. As you've seen, I'm a thinker. I analyze everything to the core for hours and hours. All I know when I hear your name, is I messed up with you. I truly did. For as long as I can remember, you have been 100% down for me. I remember you first started liking me way back in 8th grade. I remember you sneaking out to the lake to come find me and give me a big hug. I remember you sneaking out of your doggy door late at night to come find me, I remember sitting down on your couch decently far away from