skitty723
Sage... spices... food. Right now I am hungry. Last week was eating disorder awareness week, which made me paranoid b/c I eat one meal on some days b/c of my class schedule. T___T
Chocolate is what she craved when it was that time of the month. It was that time of the month. Chocolate was not available & she was starting to get angry. Sure, chocolate makes you fat, but she was already bloated & could care less. She knew she wasn't fat, but the chocolate provided comfort. Now, she felt fat, looked fat, and couldn't even enjoy chocolate... wtf.
Revolt. Rebellion. The dragons of different colors united to revolt against the government. How ironic that maybe at one time in human history, gangs were feared by the public. Now, they were the salvation representing what was right and good--freedom. I felt I was the only one who questioned the future: a world without a government but ruled by gang lords...
Pills can help people or destroy people. I suppose too much of anything can be dangerous. I'll never forget hearing for the first time those parties where people bring all types of pills and just pop them into their mouths with alcohol along with other drugs. I also will never forget the day he didn't come back to school, was sent to rehab silently so his parents wouldn't have to deal with the shame, and hearing from an ashamed friend about his failure to call the ambulance for fear of being busted when his friend ODed.
The remote control was too far from my grasp. I could stop it for everyone if I could just reach it. The room is going to kill us--the ambiance, the horror, the fear of when HE will come back. GOSH! It's like a real-life Saw movie. How did this happen?
Wrench is an item, usually a tool. But people rarely use the word wrench as the noun meaning tool. When I use "wrench" in my mind, I usually mean "obstacle" in my path. For example: Oh, man! That was a real monkey wrench in my plans!
A dark room should inspire fear. Interestingly, the products of a darkroom inspire comfort in most rooms, but after time passes, the charade of the products of the darkroom cannot be continued because as time passes, these products only become sad reminders of a past long gone. Can you come to terms with it?
Jelly is what I like to put on bread. I think I'm lactose, but seriously, I have no idea. All I know is that whole milk, too much butter, and too much cream makes me feel sick. Not sick with myself, but sick as in "chundering." If you don't know what that word means, look it up. It's awesome British slang. I put jelly on bread and English muffins, not bagels--I suck it up and use cream cheese.
I actually already wrote about this word. I signed up and got the same word as before. How ironic... Also, I once wrote a report about irony and The Scarlet Letter. I didn't think it was good, but it was the best content paper I ever wrote for that Honors English course. Unfortunately, it was total b.s., like most reports are...