She bit her lip, not because she was shy, but because that was what shy people did. Her character—the painstakingly crafted project that she would live through until the end—smiled reassuringly. “I totally get what you mean,” the project said with a nod and the understanding smile that Gatsby used. The others relaxed. The project […]
It’s not the same. To compare, this would be the ghost of what was. We hold onto the past in this desperate hope that something will culminate from the abandons from within ourselves, despite the tide of realization that crashes in the corners of our minds. It is constant—reminding us of how this is going […]
I never realized how sad and anxious a hate poem addressed to you can make you feel. I personally find it disgusting that someone is willing to write a hate poem and only show it in private. It’s a vulgar act, especially when they proceed to swear at you after and call you a “bitch” […]
Those silly adolescent girls who have not yet developed a sense of maturity that write you hate poems despite being a few years older than you. Though, I must admit it is probably the hormones that make girls unpredictable. Myself for one.