In No One!_February_The small running river_Without Direction
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In No One!
If you look at pretty much anything that happens to people in life, they always seem to have something that they consider a problem. It's that, "Life's hard" bull crap. Until something really bad happens.I have always been a trustful person. If you pick the right people for the right things, life is good. You can always count on a good friend. The secret is to keep standards low and never over-burden anyone. Wow! That's kinda the whole, "straw that broke..." and "you can't get blood..." things rolled into one. If I kept asking the same person for things, over and over, they'd start ghosting m...
February
On February 1, we got evicted from our house and we had to move into our car. So, that's fun.On February 2, we were driving around in our car, looking for an empty parking lot to stay in. My little sister was hungry. My dad told her to hush. She started crying, but we didn't have anything to eat.On February 3, because of what happened the day before, we went hunting for cash or coupons to get something to eat. My dad had found a 5 dollar bill, Mom came across a $1 bill, and my little sister even found a coupon for a box of Cheerios. I couldn't find anything, however, so that day so I didn't g...
The small running river
CONTENT WARNING: murder, language, and sex parts.The wind was blowing and I was drifting in a river full of dead fish. I heard my girlfriend yelling my name. "AMY!...AMY!...AMY WAKE UP!!" but I couldn't wake up.It was a bright Saturday morning and I was laying in bed cuddling my girlfriend who just woke up. She sat up and gave me my morning kiss."Are you hungry?" She had asked me as she got up to go make something to eat."Ya but, I'll make breakfast you go take your shower." I was walking to the kitchen behind her saying that.She turned and looked at me and then smiled, "ok whatever you say." ...
Without Direction
It would’ve been a few years of consistency, complacency and all around mundane living, but his interior had other plans. Something warped on the reclusive side of his mind and there was a strength that came with the change. A strength that could not be matched or surpassed. The lower, lurking recesses of his thoughts grew. Broader, bolder, unabashed in their assault on the tender and comforting side of his psychosis. So what once was a balancing act became an incline and it was his to climb. Like Sisyphus, forever against the weight of his own missteps and mistakes. Forever and a day.Oh so t...