jojo1990
I can't even think.
Shootout?
What kind of word is this?
I don't feel like making a story out of this.
Whatever.
BAM!
That's what comes to mind.
Sometimes, I just want to feel average. Just once. For a little while.
I wouldn't trade anyone in my life right now for all the riches in the world. My life may not be perfect, but I am content and happy with the people that are in it. All of them are there for a reason, without them, who knows where I would in my life right now.
Sometimes, I feel so minute. Like my existence is a mere joke. I feel insignificant, wishing I could change the world with my words. Moving people in such a manner, they could not help but to understand my passion.
Ouch. I coughed hard. Too much pepper. Some how, there always ends up being too much pepper in my macaroni and cheese. Grr. I need to learn how to properly grind pepper.
I pushed the bean in my mouth, it was a soybean. Sea salted. Taking in the taste, inquiring it. There was not enough salt. I expected much more saltiness than I was given
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I drove threw the silent morning. Admiring the mist that lay over the empty fields, marveling it's beauty. I felt at peace with the world and wishing that I could lay under the mist, like a blanket over my body. Letting it engulf me.
I've never had a secretary, but one day I will. She will file my papers and set my appointments. She would be the most loyal secretary. Not too mention, she would be treated like gold. Secretaries are important too.
I held but the inevitable. The tears, pushing their way out. Forcing the feelings I was trying to with hold. I could do it no longer, they took over. Running down my cheeks, like sprinters toward the finish line.
I opened up my umbrella and protected myself from the raindrops. I whistled as I walked and listened to the sound of the rain hitting my umbrella. I felt safe and warm. I wanted to feel free. So I closed my umbrella and let the rain wash over me.
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