Jrsonson Narrative Essay Chapter 1

You never called, you never wrote, you never even told me you were leaving. I just woke up one morning and my best friend had abandoned me."

I’m really getting annoyed that this situation is going the way it is . . . Your life is NOT going to end. You’ll move on and I’ll move on. But, apparently, you don’t respect my decision . . . I NEVER wanted to end this like this, so hostile and cold . . . Hate me if you will. But you should remember that I could never hate you.

Lying on the uncomfortable, terrible, backstabbing prison mattress, I am feeling exhausted. I hadn’t slept for days after that traumatising incident. The fear and pain I am feeling deep inside me is unbearable and seems to become more and more horrifying as time goes past. As my cracked lips tremble, Pearl-shaped tears slowly drip out of my puffed-up eyes and down my frail face, as I remember that unforgettable moment that happened in a split second. I stare at the damp, dirty ceiling with my heart completely shattered, trying to think of reasons why I should live. The more I think about the accident, the more distressed I feel.

I made the worst bad decision a girl could ever make and now you hate me. I know that. I also know that you could never forgive me. It makes me think. Was it really worth losing my best friend? Was it worth abandoning a friendship that lasted eight years? I wish you would just listen, Oliver. Can you really blame me for this? You were the initiator. You asked for it. Now you won’t even look at me. I don’t understand why you can’t just move on. I know you think I betrayed you and I know that you are ignoring me. In reality, all I did was do what you wanted. I miss you, Oliver. I know that you just want everything to go back to how it was, but it can’t. It will never be the same, especially with your illness. Change is a part of life

It’s four o’clock in the afternoon and the sun is still shining bright in Fort Jackson, South Carolina. It is hot outside, about 99 degrees. My heart is pounding with fear of the unknown. The bus stops and the doors fold open. A soldier comes running up the bus stairs in a round brown hat screaming at the top of his lungs, “Get off the bus, now soldiers!” I jump out of my seat and immediately rush to the front of the bus, along with about twenty other new recruits. I have no idea what to expect but have heard the horror stories about basic training and how much the Drill Sergeants yell and apparently this Drill Sergeant has a set of lungs on him that could dwarf a bullhorn.

I thought I should delete some of this to make it shorter and get to the point. Read all of it and see if you can tell when I stop going down a one way road of doubt..... after I get out the hurt and start hitting that raw emotion from below. I love YOU so much Jeremy. I love myself too and for US for being fierce in my detour.. and yes you are a fierce! Also the best man I’ve ever know. I use to think God always shit on me, until I saw you. We have been the fight club except we have both been fighting the same enemy…my Addiction! While I thought you were just being…”difficult” we both knowing you could close up shop and drop in, any moment you wanted too… I know you’ve done more for me than any other person has for another. Yes, you bop me on the head with your club… so I take it and hit myself harder to feel it and confirm with both of us what we need to

"Jer when I got here I was so angry and pissed off at everyone even to you. I scared off a lot of people. Even my own cousins kept me at a distance, didn't really want to get to know me they were just dealing with me because they had to. But you didn't owe me anything. You just wanted to be my friend. It took me months to believe you. You're the only reason people have given me a second chance. I'd probably still be sitting in the back of the cafe stabbing the wall with a knife if you weren't my friend. So yeah, thanks for

So I was concerned when I started playing LoL that I’d really struggle to focus on a main, however I actually find it super easy and I think it’s because I absolutely throw myself into it 100%. I’ve gone for Renekton as my first main, and I’m watching as many VODs as I can, reading guides, practicing combos in training tool to try and be as good as possible. Idk how much you do any of that, or if you just queue up and play. Really delving into a champ and trying to be as good as I can on them helps me stay to

“I don’t see this getting any better,” I stated blankly. I watched as the words pierced through her eyes and into her heart. I knew exactly what it had meant to say that, and so did she. I had basically said “There’s no chance i’ll stay together with you, and now we are over.”

The last week has been pretty rough and crazy. I made one wrong move after another thinking that there were no consequences to my actions; I was wrong. On the fourth of July, I was only trying to help you out, but I see now that all I did was try to control the situation and not be in my place. I thought what I was doing was best, but I learned the hard way that you are a strong and independent girl, and you are capable of anything you set your mind to.

As the talk went on, I felt myself ready to have a breakdown. I didn’t know how to respond without my feelings getting ahead of me. I had never gone through something like this before. I was trying to sort it all out in my head and understand the why’s and the how’s of everything and the past. The past is something I’ve never really wanted to deal with.

It was a normal Friday in March except for the fact that I got my license. So my friends and I thought about what we were going to do now that I have my license. Well, we cruised around town thinking we were hot stuff and that we were better that most kids in school since I had my license before many of my friends. We decided that we'd go off-roading since I had the huge truck. It was a hunter green 1979 Ford F-250 Custom. It had huge 33-inch tires, a loud crackling exhaust, and a unique 2-inch thick oak plank flatbed. It really was a beast. So we roared around the backroads hitting bumps and flying into fields just causing a little mischief not doing too much harm. After a week of horsing around

We talk. Everything is fine. A month or two passes like previously described. Prom begins to loom, and Boston wants a yes or no. So I ask her if she's decided, with strained inconspicuousness. You already know what her answer is. It's understandable, she has good reasons. I'm still crumpled, and Boston Accent suggests I write another email, so I find myself I pouring out how I feel again -- another hour wasted on a lost cause, but at least it's better written than the last. There's no effect, as expected, but I am still devastated, and there's some truly crushing finality to it this time. Later that night I find myself crying, something I swore I wouldn't do. When I finish, I'm exhausted, embarrassed, and now well aware realize the futility that is present in the situation. When he inevitably tries to make another pass to "cheer me up" I'm

I miss us. The way we talk. I miss us being able to hang out. This gradual shift has turned this friendship into something that’s hard to describe. I think I want too much of the old ways in which we were and can’t adjust well to the way things are now. I don’t want to be a burden to you or make this into a dark mess but I’m really at a loss of what to do from here on out. I question a lot of things that are apparent because I don’t want to really think things have just faded out, not us, you know. At the same though, I want to remain present to what you need. In the same respect of needing space, I need it for other reasons but not from you.