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There's nothing great about being average. So why not be extraordinary? I know I will be, that's what I strive for. I want to be the best at what I do and I will work my ass off for it. So to all of the haters out there...have fun being average.
Insects creep me out. I am not fond of them at all. This is pretty much all I have to say about them... They are creepy, besides green ones...for some reason that's the only kind that I'm okay with.
When I walked down the avenue, I saw his face. A total stranger, but he felt so familiar it felt like home. Our eyes lock for just a second as we realize what could happen. But then just like that, he was gone. Another opportunity wasted.
Silk...most people would think about the fabric. But what popped in my head was the milk. It's surprisingly delicious and I feel lame not being able to write anything super creative about this word. Maybe I'll try again later.
I have a sinking feeling that today is going to be so long. First day of college and I'm having anxiety. College makes me nervous. We have a love hate relationship with each other.
I was poisoned. The way he looked at me, gave me butterflies. My heart fealt as if it would pound out of my chest. But he says it's ok, that it is love. I always heard love was poisoned. That it was the game that brings pleasure.
She runs where no one can find her. Away from all the hurt, from all the pain. She runs away from the four walls that capture her so tightly in her haunted world. Will anyone notice she's gone?
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