Trauma Bonds_The Aspiring Retiree's Club_Wallpaper_Guess What Happened...?
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Trauma Bonds
“Hey...Hey!”I woke up abruptly, drool on my sleeve, my glasses halfway down my face. Completely forgetting that I had been in the library, I panicked. I jumped up, looking around wildly.“Oh sorry,” a high-pitched voice said behind me. I jerked my head around to face her. A small Asian woman in a white button-up top waved at me sheepishly. I adjusted my glasses just in time to make out ‘library assistant’ on her shirt. “I’m just about to lock up. I didn’t want you to get trapped in here.” She jingled the keys she held. I rubbed my eyes, mascara smudging onto my hands.“No, thank you for waking ...
The Aspiring Retiree's Club
ERIC: “Now if you're sitting comfortably... Whether to retire or not can be fraught with anxiety but I'm sure by the end of this you'll agree with me that retiring can be both fun and positive. How about we first explore the options for retirement...?” FACTORY MANAGER:” I never finished tenth grade. What's that mean ?”STOCKBROKER: “It means what you gonna do with yourself when you retire.” ERIC” Correct! And whilst I nod and blink with enthusiasm, can everyone be positive about the subject? Well, don't all get in at once…” SARGENT: "Uhm.... I guess coming in from the army I'm thinking about 'O...
Wallpaper
“Damn it,” I muttered under my breath as I ran my hand under the running faucet in the bathroom. The mixture of soap and water were unkind to the tiny, curved indentions on my knuckles. I winced as the laughter resumed from the living room, reverberating the walls around me. I thought when I left this God-forsaken place that it meant things would change. Not necessarily the place or people, but my ability to handle them. And even though I was fully aware of the cushioned mantle of sanity that took me nearly ten years, for half of which I was in therapy, to build away from the suffocating exis...
Guess What Happened...?
My palms began to sweat as I saw all of my family members entering the house and heading straight to the living room and kitchen. In a few more minutes, the house would become chaotic and everyone would ask for me. As usual, I would be cooped up in my room, praying that mom wouldn’t call me from downstairs or force me to meet everyone. I enjoy living in solitude and watching Netflix instead of smiling all the time at my family or glancing at them. It’s just plain awkwwww.onedoor.ccard and I just hate being in the spotlight.But today was different. Today, I knew that I had to go downstairs and stand in the m...