rupert712
my thoughts are scarce today. my thoughts have been scarce lately, for quite sometime actually. i find it now difficult to organize them into words on paper, let alone express them aloud. and now i'm left to wonder what the cause of this scarcity is exactly..
the panorama picture showed it all. the amazing structure built in the late 1800s stood strong and tall. towering over the ancient city and proving itself to be one of the most magnificent monuments ever. the young women put down her digital camera and let out a sigh, longing to return to the city of love in France.
the center piece filled the table. the center piece nearly filled the room. i had to bend around it to speak to my sister on the other side of the table. my grandmother seems to always find the craziest decorations for Christmas dinner.
im not feeling very stable these days. im like a bomb with a short fuse. no. thats not accurate. but maybe it is. the smallest things can set me off. and i dont go on an anger rampage. once i am set off, everything comes crashing down on me at once and i feel trapped under the weight of all i have to worry about in my life. this is not a healthy way to live.
haha, laughter comes so easy to me. look, i laughed when i read the word and began this piece. though i don't know why i find so many things funny. maybe its just the way i was raised. i try to see the good in all and make every day the best it can be..
"things i have never felt before in my life. and only felt with you. i love you." the young girl said to the boy in front of her. she reached up, on her tip toes, and kissed his lips. fireworks sparked in their very souls and she shyly pulled away.
nothing is more meaningful to a young girl than her first kiss.
I love getting the booth seat. it really is the best seat in the house. ...except on prom night. i mean, really?
She was glowing. simply glowing. there was no other way to put it. she eminated beauty and grace. and her smile said it all. the glow was coming from the inside. only a truly happy person could illuminate a room in this way. and everyone in the room knew it, as she walked down the isle, escorted by her father.
the deadbolt was broken. i froze. i slowly spun around, careful to make as little noise as humanly possible. and there he stood. he held a gun, but it wasn't pointed at me. i took a deep breath, and slowly reached up to pull the barrel away from his temple.
its foreign language week at my highschool. its fun for me, i love french. its unfun for others i guess. our school isnt really what it used to be. too many regualtions. i blame the colubine shooting. people make me sick.
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