There are many things that I needed to say to you that I’ve never been able to. I don’t know how you’re going to react or what you’re going to think, but it’s gotten to the point where things have gone on as they are long enough. I use the gift for writing to convey messages that I need to get across. If nothing else, know that I’m shaking uncontrollably as I write this message. I care very deeply for you, Jenny. It’s something, I haven’t felt for a woman in several years. I can’t put my finger on
“Shut up”, “You're so stupid”, “Why can't you do anything right?”. These, these are the words I hear every day. These words haunt what's left of my meaning less existence. I wish they cared about what they are doing.How can they be so blind not to see what they're doing? How can they be so oblivious to the situation? You know it never used to be this way. Once I was happy, and they were too. Before I was born my grandmother told me stories of how they were so in love and how they couldn't stand
Why I think you Think I don't want to date you And Why Your not ready To date Me. If you read this we will Never be the same again. At the end of the day your reason or reasons are yours and yours alone But if it makes you happy i'll play along. My personal appearence: In the back of my mind there's always the thought of you don't want to be with me because im either too black or too fat. One is something that can be changed and the other can't be but there's also the mind set of you thinking about
FREE Have you ever lost a really good friend or a best friend? Ever want to speak up, but you didn’t? Last year I was that person. The girl that didn’t really have any other friends, but you wanted to. In the story, I am not going to say the girls name for her privacy and her privacy only. I wish I had spoken up sooner then I had. Before this had happened, I was in a really bad place. I was really depressed most the time, but I acted like everything was okay. I put on a smile like people put on
I won’t ever find someone who makes me feel the way I did for you. It’s stupid, my way of thinking. I’m still stupid enough to keep harboring these feelings for you, and that’s my problem. How am I supposed to move on when everything I see and do reminds me of you? I’m so fucked in the head. The most ironic thing of all is that I think this will be the most difficult breakup I will ever go through, and we never even went out. I can truthfully say that I have loved every moment with you to the
My grandpa showed me that life is too short and to always be there for family no matter what happens. Death is really hard to get over for a lot of people. Most people look shocked and don’t have anything to talk about afterward. When I was six years old I lost a special person in my life. The feeling of losing a loved one is very hard to get through. The day I found out that my grandpa had died it was one of the saddest moments in my life. It hurt me because I miss him so much since he passed away
“You should read the letter.” Colleen said as she opened the door to her motel room, closer to where Maison had parked then Maison’s room. “You might change your mind about him deserving better.” “You read a personal letter?” Maison was offended, the battered letter tucked into their pocket. They would never read something so personal if it was left in their care, well, if Sam had asked them not to. They may be nosey, but there was a line that needed to be drawn. “I didn’t read it, but I talked
I’m writing you this letter and I want you to read the entire thing. I figured that I should write this instead of tell you because I’d probably forget things if I was talking and we would probably end up arguing. I feel like lately all of our conversations are very aggressive and not actually conversations. Also, I feel like whenever I try to really express what I’m feeling and you don’t agree with it, you shut me down. I don’t know if you realize that you do it, but you do and it hurts and makes
brought up on romantic love. Is this true in your experience? If so write a paper on which you first define this amorphous concept and then discuss how you came about it. For eg. Have you been influenced by media, T.V., movies in particular. Conclude by stating whether you believe in romantic love or have cast of the idea. “I don’t care what you think, when he comes I’ll leave and won’t even turn back and look at you, he’ll love me, he won’t be like you…” Words spoken by me when I was barely 10 years
sites available to us. Some we probably don’t even know about, while new ones are in the process of getting made. The most popular ones that we all use to present day, in no particular order, are Facebook, Twitter, and Pinterest, and maybe many more, but the one I want to talk about in this essay is my favorite one of all, Tumblr. Some of us might have a Tumblr account; some of us probably don’t even know what Tumblr is. Well, I would be delighted to tell you. Tumblr is a social networking site and