jesyanne
I have lost it. I am swerving everywhere. Luckily there are no cars on the road. At this point, I do not even care if I crash. I have lost control of this car, just as I have lost control of my life. No other cars on the road, no problem. There are plenty of trees.
Late nights. No sleep. Bags under the eyes. Messy hair. Sweat pants. This is the standard for finals week at college. I never thought it was possible to be so stressed in my entire life. And at only nineteen, I was not sure I could handle it.
"I want it all." "Sorry, could you be a bit more specific. What all do you want?" No one understands that there is not specificity to 'all'. I want everything, anything you can offer to me. Can I be more specific? No, no I cannot. Just give me what you have.
I feel like the world is so caught up in trying to make things new and exciting and innovative, that they have completely lost touch of simplicity. They have forgotten what the basic needs are. Sure, a motorized toothbrush is awesome, but what about the regular ol' stationary ones. What happens to them?
"Excuse me sir, how much is this?" I asked this with the greatest expectation he would say something so far out of my price range, I would cringe. He answered, five bucks, special offer, this moment only. I could not believe he would do that for me, just a little girl in his store. But I guess perhaps it taught me to take advantage of the special offers in the moments of life.
Jingle. Jangle. Jingle. Jangle. I can hear you coming from a mile away. I hope you never try to rob or sneak attack anyone, because you would fail miserably. The excessive amount of keychains on your keyring is something of a mess. I know you do not need all of them, it might suit you well to drop a few.
What does it mean to be strong? Is holding yourself back from tears being strong? Or is letting them pour strong for showing that you have a soft side? I think strength can be shown in many forms, but many go unappreciated. Just as everything else in life does.
If there is one chore I do not mind doing, it is setting the table. A plate, a fork, a knife, a spoon, a glass, a napkin. DONE. No scrubbing a plate for hours, no loading the washing machine, just setting items on the table, and voila. I wish everything was as simple as setting a table.
All I want is for my hair to be long. The barber is my enemy. All he wants is to chop it all off. Bob. Layers. Bald. DEATH. Long luscious locks are all I want. So therefore I keep far away from the barber. Sorry, man.
I sat on the bench for what seemed like forever. Were they ever coming back? My mind said no. It said stop being a fool, they are never coming to get you. But my heart said yes. My heart said be hopeful. My heart said see the good in people, as you would want them to do for you. But did they ever come back? No.
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