As I sit in my dark room, alone, in front of a computer screen talking to everybody I know and listening to them going on and on about how perfect their lives are. I sit and wonder, ‘whats it like to have a great life? what does happiness feel like?’ I get brace and ask… Continue reading Myself
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My Memories….My Sorrows…..My Woes (CONT.2)
I sighed, Mitch had been trying to get me back for a year. I just wanted him to except the fact that I hate him for hurting me……
Sentiment (or how I found something under the bed)
I sit facing the computer screen: I sit absorbed in another’s words, frequently reaching for the Garfield mug that holds near-cold tea (delicious), and once I’ve swallowed I lick its taste off of my lips. My eyes occasionally drift from the screen; tired green eyes with ever so dark smudges under them (the down side… Continue reading Sentiment (or how I found something under the bed)