I Hate Myself

When I added you as a friend on Facebook, I was criticized and advised we had nothing in common. Yet, none of that mattered to me as I was always down for another friend. We began hanging at the lake and quickly discovered that we had everything in common. You became my best friend! I knew I could tell you anything, and I did. Sometime around the middle of October, something unfortunate happened in my life. Being the introvert that I am, I never told a soul even though I desperately wanted to do

627 Words I was walking down the hallway when it happened... Last year wasn’t the greatest time of my life. My parents found something wrong with me that I had tried so hard to hide. At school, I would feel it coming and left the classroom to go to the bathroom and let it pass. It got up to about three times a week. I remember the pain, the isolation, the fear, the feeling that I was going crazy and that I was going to die. I never knew why I couldn’t just be like everyone else, why the littlest

debauched luxury. But to me, it’s home. After cleaning the blood from my face in one of the outdoor fountains, I sneak in the kitchen’s back door, keeping my throbbing nose to the ground. The pain is so fierce; it even aches in my teeth. A few of cosmetics will help with the inevitable bruises, but if my face is

Dreaded Enemy, My Dearest Friend On a cold Sunday morning in February, I woke up dreading the day. I had an essay to write, three pages of math homework to do, and two biology packets to copy. Four days later I would be having lunch with my mom, none of my homework done, telling her about the past three days I lived without her. *** “Mikayla? Mikayla, can you hear me?” The harsh, bright lights of my bathroom burned my retinas and a man I didn’t recognize came into focus. He looked like the perfect beach:

Чудак translates to “odd person.” A чудак is a person that goes in a different direction than the rest of society. Vasily Shukshin’s character of Egor Prokudin in Snowball Berry Red is a perfect example of a чудак. Shukshin began life on a collective farm then moved to town and worked in construction. Then the navy drafted him; there he began his acting and directing experience. Throughout his life, he was torn between his Siberian peasant roots and his urban life in film. This theme of up-rootedness

priorities change? When I was younger, I was a firm believer that people don’t change; but I was wrong, and I learned that once I began to get older. Things happen to people that is out of everyone's control, that can take a toll on someone, and change someone forever. It can crush someone so deeply, that they will feel like their whole life is upside down and turned around and might even make you lose yourself. These past few years I thought I knew who I was but I was lying to myself. Thanks to crazy adventures

Up to now, I have only described the physical pain. Which as it turns out was and is not even close to being the worst pain. The worst pain resides way back in that dark place you do not want to go, because you know if you allow yourself to crawl there, you may never come back. All along the way, through this journey through pain, I have always allowed time to beat myself up and question everything about whom, why and how come I made the choices I have made. I questioned my manhood. I questioned

Well, neither do I. The voice crashed upon the walls of the cavern, causing rock and dust to fall from the ceiling. The voice was ancient and from the slight intones, Naruto could tell that the voice’s creator wanted something. And taking a few steps forward, Naruto could

the title of the book series suggests, it’s about a wimpy kid who goes through many unfortunate events. I have preserved the name of the characters, while changing some of the personalities. Some of the plot has also been changed. “When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.” What if you have no sugar? It’ll just be sour. All I hear is “Oh, it will be fine,” or “Things will get better,” but I know well enough it won’t. I’ve been bullied, I’ve been beat, I’ve been framed, I’ve been laughed at. It

Beep! Beep! Be- “uuhhhhhhhhhhhhhgg” Why do I have to do this. I know my way around the house already. I mean I’ll stay out of the areas that I’m afraid that child-killing maniacs are camping out in. I just wanna stay home, be with mom. Anything but New Mexico with Nana and Papa. Plus I don’t even know anybody in town so it’s not like anyone’s trying to break into our own house. “Izzy-yyyyy! Get out of bed it’s time to go.” “I am out of bed mom!” Ha she won’t notice that I’m just on my rug. “Get