New Normals_"UNCOMPROMISED"_silly rabbit, murder's for dummies_Writing to Myself but A
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New Normals
I woke up, looking at the clock. I was going to be late if I didn’t get up soon, so I begrudgingly got up, mad at the world. It was hard to be late for something I just had to log in to, but it happened more often than not. At least it was Friday. The day before the weekend. A break from doing nothing but because I never leave the house anymore, I usually just feel more exhausted after the weekend. Burnt out. Tired. I hate this. I know everyone does. I brushed out my hair and put on an appropriate shirt, leaving my pajama pants on. I walked across the bedroom to my bathroom and splashed water...
"UNCOMPROMISED"
DANIEL'S POVI sat on my couch with a bottle of alcohol in my hand. Today is a big day for my family, not me. I've always wanted to study medicine, but my father jeopardizes my dream, turning me into the newest CEO of his company, without my approval. I tried explaining things to him, but he never listened. His decision is always the best for the family. That's what my mother will tell me if I tried to make her understand. My parents are rich, but that never buys me the happiness I want. Everything I do is dictated, never had my choice. No one understands me except for one person which I hate s...
silly rabbit, murder's for dummies
You need me, Sport. “I don’t need you. You’re nothing.” You’re lying. You need me. You love me. I need you. I want you. Stay with me, Sport, and we’ll do such wonderful things. You’ve seen how much fun we’ve had, you know, before you decided you didn’t want to listen anymore. But you know what happens when I feel ignored, don’t you? Don’t you know?“Would you stop that? I said I’m done. I’m leaving and you’re staying and there’s nothing you can do about it. Goodbye.” Don’t you dare. “I will! I am daring. And what’s more, I’m doing. I hate you and everything you stand for so if you’ll permit me...
Writing to Myself but Also to My Children
Dear Diary, Today is another day in which I sit on this busy, talkative train on the morning route to work. I’m not just sequestered to a lonely area where I’m pulging all my pertinent thoughts. In fact, I can’t—I’m sitting aside a teenager distractedly banging her head to big headphones. Her closed eyes don’t bother the sitting and standing people hanging on to metal poles and bars. Mornings are synonymous with everydayness. But I get up with a cheery smile (for Marcela), dress and feed Conner, Equestria, Emily, Cat, Tom, Celebrity and O...