chrisbliss
I know exactly what he deserves. He deserves to feel the pain, the heartache, the confusion, the unworthiness that I felt when he ripped my life- and heart- apart. He sits in his dorm, goes to parties, and attends class as if nothing it wrong, still trying to pick up girls dumb enough to believe him like I did. But it's okay....because I know what he deserves. And I've got a plan for it.
The rain pelted me as I struggled to open my umbrella while running from my car to the office building- a distance that was three blocks, today. "Just what I need!" I exclaim as the umbrella remains locked and I become thoroughly soaked in a short distance. Nothing better to end an already terrible week than to ruin my favorite definitely-not-made-for-rain coat.
Whenever I go driving I feel a sense of relief. It was like I was escaping whatever was happening at my house, or at school, wherever. I know that some people don't like driving, or that they think just going out for no reason is stupid. I love it, though. I had my own car and it was like I was free whenever I went out for a drive.
Across the room stood a full-length canvas with the most incredible scene drawn on it. A man of about twenty kneeling in front of a rock, in a position which looked like praying, with the ghost of a woman in the background, perhaps moving toward him.
I read this book about an angel that had wings that were the color of gold, red, orange, and all the colors were iridescent and absolutely gorgeous. I wish I could describe it as well as it was described in that book...
The woman sat in the waiting room and mused about what her appointment would hold. Inevitably tears would be shed and anger would permeate the air. She was, after all, sitting in the waiting room of a Planned Parenthood as a seventeen year old, with no one to help her in this time of need.
In my school, the chorus kids are treated with a bit more respect than the band kids. I don't think it has anything to do with being in band or chorus...not really. The band kids just to tend be infamous for being strange, whereas there are so many different types of people in chorus that it's sort of hard to dislike the group as a whole. Just one more reason why I love chorus.
My mother had been ill for as long as I can remember. My dad didn't like it when we said "sick" or "diseased" because he said it made her condition sound worse. But she was ill. Fortunately, that was all about to change.
Violet. Such a vivid, outstanding color. Some colors are meant to calm, to relax, to excite. Violet, though, it will always mean one thing to me. It reminds me of him, of what he made me feel. I'll never forget that.
I think being violent is never the answer. I learned that the hard way- from watching people constantly fight and solve nothing. And really, what were they hoping to solve? What problem can be solved by physically stopping another person? I finally found one actually...her name is Nina.
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