kaylihorne
We spent the day scouring the streets for bright copper pennies. I'll never forget, not for as long as I live. He would find one and then press it into my hand with a smile that said "this is for you".
Ugh, Human Anatomy and Physiology. Full of diagrams of things I'll never remember five minutes after I take the test (or, in some cases, things I'll never remember period). And I thought science was my passion. . . time to find a new one. Anyone up for soul-searching?
Closed doors are everywhere. I see my future as a dimly-lit hallway, with many locked doors. I wiggle the handles on many, but only one opens every time.
Every one says “I want to be under stood”. And I can’t help but agree with the rest of them. I want peo ple to know my inner desires. I want peo ple to know my thoughts; my fears; it all! Okay, now that I say that, it scares the hell out of me. Maybe I don’t want to be under stood. Maybe I want to hide behind a facade of well-being.
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