When the going gets tough, take your emotions and turn them into a piece of literature. So here it is- the first short story in a series I am working on.

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You Don't See MeI watch him as he makes his way around the room, leaning into kiss the women on the cheek and patting the men on the back. There’s a smile on his face that is dangerously ( Read more... )

make a wish"Sex & the City" never fails to make me think. I'm addicted to Starbucks and their delicious Gingerbread Latte's. I want everything to be all right. I am a bitch to my brother because he asked me for a favor, and I just don't want to do anything nice for anyone today so I said no ( Read more... )

A night out with the girls from my past after a day spent braving traffic. A movie that's ending brought tears to my eyes, and now a late night of sitting on the couch wearing sweatpants and an oversized long sleeve shirt.

Its strange but for no (real or obvious) reason I just want to cry at the moment.

Maybe things aren't as wonderful as I

His eyes drifted down to his shoes, and he frowned at how out of place his expensive tennis shoes looked standing on an old tile floor. When he brought his eyes up from his shoes and looked around at his surroundings, his frown only deepened. Everything was white: the walls, the chairs, the floor, the desks, and the ceilings, and he was dressed in ( Read more... )

I talked to him on the phone today. It's not what it used to be, and I know it never will be. A part of me wants his friendship back, but an even bigger part doesn't.

Spring Semester come quickly and bring with you new friends and energy and hope and patience. I need a change.

It's so much easier to type words into a screen and click on the send button than it is to hold a conversation with someone you just met, face to face, especially when your place of meeting is the wonderful world wide web, namely campushook.com where I am nicknamed PepperProduct ( Read more... )

Every time I find someone to love, they find someone else or I run away scared.

It's as though I will never be ready. And maybe I never will be. Maybe I am meant to live alone; I just hope that isn't true.

I hope I find someone who will be patient.
Sometimes I run ( Read more... )

I'll be the lonely one until I find the one
I wanna build my world aroundJust a few more days and then it's home for the holidays. Just one more paper to go, one that requires too much effort, and two more chapters to read and understand. Dead week is upon us, thankfully ( Read more... )

At Christmas you tell the truth.

Or at least that is what the movie Love Actually says ( Read more... )