doyoulikemysombrero
Half of the time I think it's all worth while, and the other half I just want to give up and never think about it again. There's something in me that keeps me going, though. Maybe it's a need to prove myself. Maybe it's something completely different. But no matter what it is I've gotten this far, and I don't plan to give up anytime soon!
The misty, cool, morning air is heavenly. I love mornings like this. If only I could just abandon the rest of the world and live in this moment.
She doesn't approve of my decisions. I don't approve of hers either. I wish she would think of someone else for a change.
"Where are your manners!" I said.
He gave me a furious look. "What do you mean where are my manners? I should be the one telling you that. You can't just come barging in here!"
My whole life was a play. I was acting everyday, never actually feeling the emotions that I showed. I knew the correct props to use. Somehow I got everybody to believe me. They couldn't see the real me through my lies.
Props in a set make it more believable. And they work that way in life too. We were going to trick all of them with the prank of the year. All we needed now was a fake knife. They wouldn't know what hit them.
I'm trying to make a statement. One that everybody should hear. It would change their lives. They don't want to listen, though. They want to keep living their perfect lives that have nothing wrong with them. At least that's what they think.
He was pulling up my lips to see my teeth and my gums. It was sickening. People selling people as slaves. We were treated like animals. In fact we were treated worse. He moved on to looking at my muscles.
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