Jeremy Monologue

I was in juvie ready to be discharged out and ready to go to my home town. Who was there? Well I really didn't really know till we got to go to the game room person who i met his name was dominic he gave me advice to behave and try to do what they would tell me to do and then I met the bad girl my friend Brianna and the other one Abigail, also Gabe well he was more quiet. Why was I there for my bad decisions in life and that ended me in juvie. When did it happen… 23 August 2017 Where did It happen at At a parking Lot. This why you kids i'm not saying i'm the best person i'm not a angel but who said Someone can’t change their lives around it's possible people always be judging well I learned something if you're going to do something bad don't

“Nearly ninety percent of substance abusers”, according to the National Survey on Drug Use and Health”, do not believe that they need treatment (Gogek). If they are offered treatment instead of jail, “they’ll relapse back to drugs and alcohol, commit other crimes, and end up back in prison” (Gogek). Jail, as a threat, is needed in order to keep “addicted criminals” in “long-term recovery”(Gogek). Involuntary treatment, has been shown to be more successful those who chose to get treatment voluntarily. Furthermore, drug offenders that are told that failure of their recovery could mean a return back to prison “are twice as likely to complete

Jesus christ! Haha. This is basically the best post I've ever read on here. Sorry for the late reply.

In this essay, I will be analyzing a character from the play Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare. By seeing how intense the passion was between Romeo and Juliet in this play, it’s not hard to see that the main theme of this play is love. The character that I will be analyzing will be Tybalt. The tension between Tybalt and Romeo was significant. So much so, that Romeo killed Tybalt later in the play which resulted in him being tossed into exile by the prince. What indirectly caused this fatal encounter was when Romeo attended the Capulet’s ball and Tybalt wasn’t too happy about his presence. In this essay, I will go into more detail about the two ways how Tybalt affected the outcome of this play.

The year was 1942 right smack dab in middle of World War two. One of many spies was out in his humble 1,200 square ft house. Jack, as very few people knew him wasn’t always like this, exclusive, irritable, longing for a friend. Jack probably the best artist ever, he was always being hounded by fans and reporters, until he was painting with some very flammable paints, when a very unaware man came in and started to smoke long story short he caused the Paint to explode in Jack’s face. He was rushed to the hospital and he was fine but horribly scarred. He later that month faked his death so people would stop coming to his house. All was calm and had been for many years. Jack slowly becoming lonely but not letting himself know. He was listening

Hello my name is Mark D Jack i born in 1995-11-10 I live in Los santos and I'm 20 years old. I like football, chatting with friends, I spend my life in working and playing with friends. And, other things. I don't have terrible diseases. I can run good for a long distance. I am right-handed. I can't do anything with much with my left part. I really like music! Everywhere where you see me is there music. I can't live without it. I'm actually born in England but, I came to Los Santos when I was 7 Years old. I can speak: Dutch, English, Arabian and French. My parents died in an accident with transportation. I was 15 years old when that happened. But the friend of my father helped me at that situation and carried me. Now I live alone.countries. I like making friends. How more how better and, it is because my parents died I wanted to forgot it, So I don't remember that any more and keep focussing about my life. I like almost all sports. And, I don't care if I lose or win. My goals is making fun with my friends. My friends always call me small Thob because I'm small. And the most of them are Dutch like me. I like technology much. Everything that's new

Staring out into the crowd, lights scorching my face as I recited the big monologue that led to my inevitable suicide, time stopped, and I finally realized that I love what I do, and I wouldn’t have made it here without him. He pushed me harder and harder, each time making it more difficult to meet his expectations for greatness, but I know he did it to make me a better performer, and I appreciate that every day. When I’m stuck in that pit of problems, whether it is about my inner obstacles or life in general that wraps its soul crushing tentacle binding me internally, he is there to free me from my internal shackles. With his guidance, I broke out of my shell and literally found a voice of my own.

“And just where do you think you’re going?” a deep voice said, followed by a loud bark. Kate quickly turned egger to see Mr. Jacks, his adorable little bulldog, Charlie, and her best friend Darby. Darby was the same size as Kate even though she swears she’s a half an inch taller. She had short brown hair and brown eyes, unlike Kate, who had blue eye, long caramel hair and was tanner. Mr. Jacks was tall, and had brown eyes, and brownish, greyish hair. He wore a navy blue suit from which he was preparing for a business trip the day of the crash. His furry companion, Charlie was an English bulldog with white fur with brown spots. “What’s wrong with you? Are you ok? You could have vanished! And we would never know what happened to you. Just like

“Before I end this I want to say there was one person in my life who never expected a thing from me in return for their friendship. Sally, my neighbor was always there for me, but was never meddlesome or tried to kiss up to me in any way, even though she knew about my wealth. Sally gets two million dollars to do with as she pleases and ask her to personally assist the shelter and hospital in any way possible,” Mary said.

You sink into your mattress, forgetting about all the stress you have accumulated that past week. Every aspect of life seems to be harmonizing, with baby pinks and vibrant oranges of the sunset peeking through your curtains. As you lay there, you notice the fluorescent glow of a notification illuminating the room. You regretfully pick up your phone and tap the yellow and white icon, anticipating the devils that will pounce out of the app. You then stare… questioning the worth of opening the snap, and hesitantly click the red square in the corner of your screen.

The atmosphere was uncomfortable, but my husband was determined to settle the issue once and for all. He dragged me into the crowd despite my unwillingness and stormed straight to Mr. Little while pushing the people out of the way. We were met with some scorn and rude comments for our actions, but I simply bowed my head a little to express my apologies. Of course, the men were too enraged to regard me, and the next thing I knew, I was standing in front of Mr. Little with my husband.

One day there was a boy named john that lived in a small town hidden between two mountains. John makes everyone laugh and happy. when he is around girls he doesn't know what to say and he Starts to sweat. There is this one girl he really likes but he can never talk to her because he doesn't know what to say.

"Save it for somebody who believes you" said Tara. "I guess no one will trust me" said Joseph. Well in case you're wondering, I'm talking about, it’s this; I have been getting fantasies and dreams which involve my recently deceased twin sibling Jayden. You may feel that it is expected to an extent yet the force has been anticipating things that take place exactly as predicted in a matter of 24 hours.

A reporter stood, having run out of patience, and took everyone's attention. " The streets are filled with so much unspeakable grief and death, and you talk about good relations. Everyone knows you are here to taunt us further and to make fools of us! You work your satanic ways to commit mass murder; then you pretend you are some saint who is here to help us.

I was obsessed emotionally with finding you and making you safe. I knew you hated me but all I could think of is how much I love you and the primordial desire I had to reach into the river or gulf and bring you home to your life. I personally have been unable to focus on even the basics of my life without the shame I am experiencing and the continuous interruption of thought due to my feeling of humiliation, guilt, and remorse. This is the last letter I will write as part of my addiction program. It is the last because it is the hardest for me to understand. Trying to understand how I could love someone so much and treat her so poorly is a concept that I fight to come to terms. I believe I have been a good parent to you but I simple do not understand my decompensating. My therapist tells me this is all part of family, alcoholism and stress and the motto of the lessons are ?the best apology is changed behavior?. I however will always question where my anger arises from and have vowed to fight a better battle with tools other than alcohol. As I close these thoughts I want you to know that my stress, behavior, and argument with you has nothing to do with what developed