dandandannnn
The bulb sprang to life with the touch of the button. It flooded the room with light. I wish I hadn't seen the room fully lit. It was a sick mess.
There's nothing I've ever felt that I need to prove. I am as I am, take it or leave it. Of course, I would appreciate your approval but I can live without it.
The horizon was fading into the glow of the sunrise. It was gorgeous but too bright to stare at directly. Like any true beauty.
There are some things that I've found to be essential to living well. First: friends. You're nothing without the company you keep. You also need to accept your limitations. You can do everything or be everything to everybody. You need to get your sleep, and be productive with idle time. Easier said than done; distraction is everywhere.
His response was surprisingly metered. The coffee was steaming, you could tell it was hot. It ran down his shirt. He didn't scream, he didn't cry, but you could tell how mad he was.
He felt captured, enslaved. What wouldn't he do for money? People in the past had it way worse, but that didn't comfort him much. He lay in bed at night, wandering what it all was for.
She studied every day until her brain hurt. She wasn't sure if this was the best way of going about getting smart. But then she recalled that acing the test and the class was her only goal. She would then wipe her proverbial hard drive and forever be better off for having ever even attempted to know Trigonometry.
Everywhere I go I am at the mercy of others. I used to value control, I used to have my life in order, but ever since I left home I'm learned to depend on and appreciate the goodwill of others. So far it has gotten me around the world and made me plenty of friends. I am careful not to overstay my welcome or let anyone feel taken advantage of.
Around the holidays, I went out with a girl who was a schoolteacher. She was all set to read her kids Olive the Other Reindeer to her class the next day. We had a fun evening together, went out to eat and then bummed around a bookstore, and then never saw each other again.
I was charmed the first time I saw her. At the end of the night, I thought about her: her smile, her hair, her laugh. I hoped I would see her again because I didn't think to ask for her number. I hope she could sense how I felt, and maybe felt the same way about me.
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