My Roommate is a Nightmare_HE WAS LATE FOR THAT APPONTMENT TOO_City of Destruction_Remembering My He
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My Roommate is a Nightmare
TW: self-harm, suicide, abuseThere was once a woman named Elise who thought she could get away with doing anything she wanted. She had a difficult upbringing as a child, which in no way, excused any of her behavior. She went around treating everyone like garbage. She thought that friends were only meant to be used for her convenience and then tossed aside once she was done with them. Due to her behavior it was common for her to get into arguments amongst her friend and then once the friendship was over, blame everything that happened on the friend she was no longer speaking to.There came a day...
HE WAS LATE FOR THAT APPONTMENT TOO
HE WAS LATE FOR THAT APPOINTMENT TOO Terrence had always been a latecomer. His schoolmates, from elementary school, remembered that there had been no a day that he didn’t arrive in class, out of breath, all in a hurry, always after the lessons had already begun. Even when he was no longer a child, Terrence continued to be regularly late. He arrived late not only to appointments with doctor, with dentist, but even with girls to whom he cared a lot, with whom he had to insist very much because they agreed to meet him. Not to mention his delays at job interviews when he had started looking for...
City of Destruction
I woke up after a seven and a half hour flight just before we landed. The movement of the other passengers standing up to remove their baggage from the overhead compartments had awakened me, although there weren’t very many of us onboard. Silently, we followed each other one by one past the gloomy flight attendants as they mumbled their farewells. Thankfully, I had not brought very many bags with me because I was not planning to stay here in this foreign country for long. That meant I could bypass baggage claim and head www.onedoor.ccstraight for the exit, where I could find a taxicab and make my way to ...
Remembering My Hero
After a night filled with monstrous dreams I finally wake up. Beads of sweat roll off my forehead as I sit up groggily in the bed. The night's dreams begin to become distant memories as I ruffle through the sheets to find my phone. With luck not being on my side I can't seem to find it. I give up with a deep sigh and lay back down. The grogginess of the early morning heavy on my shoulders. I glance around the dark room with a sinking suspicion that something is off. I sift around for my phone once more without getting up this time. There were many nights that it gets tossed to the floor, so, n...