I don't have anything to say really, I can't bring myself to forgive either you guys or me. I'm overreacting, I know that, you know that, but I have this kind of feeling that I shouldn't quite forgive any of us yet. But, in order for me to get to that point, we need to have a discussion in this group chat, preferably all at the same time, but separate times can work if needed. This sounds weird to me, like you're all crawling and begging for mercy in front of a king, like my forgiveness is valuable and an earned thing and it's not. It should not be an endeavor. Most of this is blame on me, I'm stubborn, like really obstinate. I kind of feel like we're drifting apart. And by that I mean, I'm veering away from the 4 of you as a group. I mean, I'm not even supposed to be …show more content…
If I wanted loneliness I would have never tried in the first place. I don't know what I'm feeling, I just know that it's there and it's bad, but will go away. It's funny though, everyone is going through something but why am I selfishly complaining. I don't understand. I'm not an innocent person, please don't think otherwise. I don't mean that in the way you're thinking. I'm not a small furry bunny that has to be protected or provided for. I'm being dramatic, over reactive, even though I try to be diplomatic and I try to fair. But I can't take it anymore, I hate every aspect of myself, whether or not you see it, and this isn't helping. I don't know, I remember on the Alabama trip, I cried late at night, and I remember you, Lucy and Erin, being awake and just sitting there in dark. I remember none of you saying anything. It felt like you didn't cares. And maybe you didn't. I can't trust something like that. Erin, you remind me often that I'm privileged and do just have faith or whatever. How is that supposed to make me feel better? Why do you make me feel like I'm terrible being so mentally dismantled that I hurt myself? Why do you make me feel like any negative emotion I've ever had isn't
I feel a sense of calmness wash over me. My thoughts are peaceful and positive. I am confident and capable. I sleep a deep, healing sleep. I wake in the morning refreshed and renewed.
It was late one day in June, and the sky was as blue and clear as sparkling wine. I sat back in my hammock reading the book Unbroken enjoying myself, and my uncle came up and asked me if I wanted to play poker with him, 5$ buy in. I jumped at the idea finished my page and went inside the house. Poker is a pretty big thing in my family and I’ve grown up playing and my uncle was one of the best, so spending time with him playing poker is always one of my favorite things to do. We proceed to set up the table, “Texas Holdem“ he says, Jacks to open”. Nothing weird, so we get the game going and the pots getting pretty big when all of the sudden he drops his cards. I stare the cards dead in the eye and see that i'm going to surpass him! He looks
I woke up to the distant sounds of cows mooing and the rustling of feet while guards switched shifts at the wall. I would’ve gladly been out there keeping lookout, but General Travis keeps saying that 14 is too young to have your life on the line, even though we all knew that simply being there at the fort was putting your life on the line. I slowly sat up and yawned and glanced at the closed window shutters. A small bit of light spilled out onto my cot, dawn was upon the Alamo, and that meant the cattle were
I could have avoided all that trouble if only I had remembered to bring both sets of recovery chains, the 20-footer I always keep under the passenger seat next to my cherry air freshener wasn’t long enough to stretch its limbs across the freezing, deep snow. As I stare at the silver Nissan frontier buried up to its frame in snow and cinder I ponder the possible routes I may be able to crawl along; I need to traverse 30 feet to get close enough to the distressed street tires, screeching and melting the snow as the inexperienced driver attempts to outrace the impassible predicament like the Road Runner narrowly escaping the grips of Wile E Coyote. The absence of moonlight makes perfect circumstances to admire the thousands of stars stretched
Hi iam Edgardo Flores i was born in casa grande, az not that far away from our state capital,Phoenix, Az.theres nothing better to do in a hot summer than going out with the friends to a lake and have a blast riding jet skis boats and my favorite, swimming!My activites of the day are shooting,riding horses,and my favorite one is quad riding.Thats right! ive been doing these fun exciting hobbies since i was 9 years old.pretty young huh?
Tonya, my sister, was the first to join band in school, making me feel expected to join in sixth grade. I played the clarinet all the way through eighth grade until freshman year ;unfortunately, I struggled through the beginning and made the decision to quit. Rejoining has given my some of the best memories of my
Hey, you’re probably tired of hearing from me, or at least that’s what I presume is the case at hand. You may not even open this, because that seems to be your style. Maybe I was too attentive. Maybe I’ve misjudged this entire situation and it has transpired for absolutely no reason I have formulated. I can’t tell which one of my thoughts are correct, if any of them are, and I’ll probably never know. But have you ever been ignored? Left hanging? Have you ever had someone totally reject your existence-at least in regards towards yourself? Do you remember the hurt? That’s basically what you brought upon me. I know we didn’t talk for too long, but it was long enough for me to establish some sort of familiarity and say “Hey, this guy’s kind of cool,” which is honestly
Virginia is a 53 year-old, heterosexual, African American female. Virginia has a long history of using crack cocaine. However, she has been clean of drugs for 6 months and for the past 1.5 months has been living in a residential recovery program group home. She has found a job as a dishwasher and desires to do the “right thing”. When asked to define the ‘right thing”, Virginia mentions to stay off drugs, stay off the streets, to stay clean, and save up money to move into her own apartment. Virginia did not complete the 11th grade. She mumbles when speaking and her speech is difficult to understand at times. When speaking to her, one often has to rephrase the question or revisit the question to get a more accurate response. Virginia enjoys
am beset {long pause} How long will I let the pain and loss define my life? An enduring struggle of loss and gain A monumental achievement through the tangles of deeds But is left alone with silent words
It’s been a year since the incident. Everyone is either gone or is trying to leave but the wealthy who are isolated from the rest of the nation, living large. We all thought it was possible, but no one thought it would actually happen. We didn’t think this country would run itself so far into the ground that it is beyond recovery. No one thought he could do this. Tuesday, November 8, 2016. The day it all started, the day he came to power. Everyone was either watching it happen live or asleep in their beds. Once morning came it was official, he became our president.
I was born in Australia on January 12, 1999, however I have lived on the Hawaiian Islands since I was five and for most of my life. I have traveled back to Australia several times to visit family and even though I’m an Australian i do consider myself semi-Hawaiian in a sense. To give back to the islands I would love to help the next generation to have a childhood that is filled to the brim with Hawaiian Nature. One idea to give them this experience would be to go into Waipio Valley with the children from different schools in the Big island and explore the valley with them. Some activities while we are in the valley would be hiking, examining native plants, horse riding, swimming in rivers and the ocean, and then
Reflect on a time when you challenged a belief or idea. What prompted you to act? Would you make the same decision again?
First off, I would like to ask my audience to bear with me. I do not ask for your forgiveness for what I’ve done is certainly, utterly unforgivable even by my own constantly wavering morals; right and wrong, in my mind, is nothing but a code of conduct that one simply chooses to follow and I so abruptly chose not to, as you, my audience, will see.
Any time someone would break their promise to me, laugh at me, or rebuke me, it would be another painful reminder that nobody really cared about me. Every time I was surrounded by laughing friends, I would put on my “I’m doing ok” mask so nobody would ever see the brokenness and hurt beneath the surface. Though I was constantly surrounded by people, I was incredibly lonesome. Lonesome till I would make up conversations between my imaginary friend and I, just so I could feel like I was talking to someone who actually knew me. Friends thought they knew me, but they only knew the fake Hannah, never what was going on inside. Nobody asked, so the secret of being unloved continued to sink deeper and deeper into me. I was falling, and there was nobody
Living with the knowledge that you will die can become an incredibly powerful motivation to achieve the right things in your life. Everything has to come to an end but no one wants to understand the ugly truth of life, and death comes all of a sudden. And that’s me as an individual have come to estate where life has revealed itself to me and have chosen me as a sacrifice for another soul to be born and that before I leave I’ll leave a mark. It is a scary thing to know that I will die soon but I know that I’ll enjoy every single moment in my life, I’ll enjoy the little things and I’ll notice everything around me. Each moment will be important to me, so I’ll do my best to make every second matters. I’m young and I am a dreamer, I know that I didn’t have the chance to do everything that I wanted to do or even reach my goals. But now it’s different that I knew I’ll die in a year that would change my decisions. Realizing that I didn’t enjoy my life made me regret that I was wasting my time by thinking of tomorrow.