jollyrancher1212
I am a female. Sometimes I wonder what that means. Everyone over the course of history has had a different idea. But what if it means absolutely nothing at all? What if "male" and "female" are just pointless titles, something holding us back from just being us?
The police officers tackled her to the ground, firmly holding her arms behind her back and slapping a pair of cold, silver handcuffs on her wrists. Why had she run? Lying there on the ground, it was hard to imagine why they called this justice.
Nowadays, things get broadcasted across the world in an instant. You could say 10 words here in America and someone in China or Japan or Indonesia or Afghanistan can know in a minute flat.
The 4th of July has always been one of my favorite holidays. Lemonade, watermelon, short-shorts, fireworks, the smell of cigarette smoke and carnival rides. The memories are strong and sweet in my mind. I love the 4th of July.
I remember the first night we spent together all alone since we had become "official." I thought it was the sweetest, most wonderful thing that you didn't want to just sit inside, even though it was chilly out. So we set off on an adventure. We snuck up onto your rooftop and even with my immense fear of heights, I remember thinking how incredible it felt to just be there, above everything with your arms around me, watching the world go by in perfect solitude.
So many men see girls as an object. Something they can play with, toss around, use, and break. I suppose I shouldn't be unfair though, girls can be just as bad to boys. We all just need to reevaluate how we treat others.
She rose up from the Earth, as though she had the beautiful, billowing wings of an angel. That was how he made her feel, like an angel. He called her that too, his angel. Angels are a funny thing. We as humans can't imagine the concept of pure beauty, innocence, and perfection, so we turn it into something tangible in our minds, like an angel.
My past is a mess. Sometimes, I like to hide it. Sometimes, I like to hide from it. Both are useless. What's there is there and I shouldn't be ashamed or afraid or sad because of it. It's made me who I am today. Yes, I have regrets. Few, but still some. But even those make me who I am.
My friends support me through everything. Ok, that's a lie. My REAL friends support me through everything. They don't judge. They don't use harsh words. They don't hurt me. Yet somehow they still manage to give me their honest input on the situation and help me through it. That takes real talent and real love.
I want to grow up to be someone who is considered respectable. I want to be trustworthy and dependable and just be someone who is known as a person you can lean on and who is always there for you. That, to me, is a respectable person.
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