fatallysincere
I always thought I was humble until I came to high school at which point I realized I wasn't. I thought I was better than others and scorned them for their choices, choices I thought were wrong. I've come to realize we all have different priorities.
My crush is quite sweet. He's nice to everyone he knows. The day he's mean to someone is the day I stop liking him.
Also known as love at first sight.
The sun rises everyday, constant. The bread rises in the oven. I rise every morning, a bit disheveled.
I would be a horrible teacher. Mainly because I can't seem to be able to explain things to others. I would also lose my patience really really fast. I'd probably insult every student with my sarcastic comments and piss off the parents with my attitude.
I feel like I'm backed into a corner, surrounded by different people, things, that pressure me. My parents on one side, school on another. I'm one of the other people. I'm not sure what it means.
I've painted a lot of things. As a kid, I loved all things art. I think I've painting everything from my brother's toys to my own face (Mom was quite mad about that one). But now, I no longer have that innocent imaginative streak. I miss it.
A limo. They always scream "pretentious". One tried to run me over. It was wrong. Especially when I had the right of way. The driver was an asshole.
What is it about sadness that scares us? We're so afraid, so fearful of despair. We all have different ways of avoiding it. It hurts us, but we're hurt by a lot of other things... right?
I used canteens to carry water to school every day. It was a contest, among my friends. To see who could have the coldest water. On a hot summer day, our water would do little to help our thirst.
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