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ImpatienceMy fingers slide across the edges of the buttons.
Every once in awhile I'll stop and check.
No change has occured.
No messages have been received.
I go back to my busy work.
I'm on the computer or doing my homework.
Then, what seems like an eternity has passed,
I'll pick it up again.
Still no answer.
Still no reply.
Reluctantly i give my attention to something else,
with the impatience tickling the back of my mind,
as if it's waiting for me to spring.
I snatch up my phone,
relieved that I finally got the message.
That was the microwave...
And now, I'm back to waiting.
Love"Love is as much of an object as an obsession, everybody wants it, everybody seeks it, but few ever achieve it, those who do, will cherish is, be lost in it, and among all, will never... never forget it."-Curtis Judalet. This quote explains that, although many people view love in many different ways, and that love can have different effects on an individual, that it is still a force to be reckoned with. Love can make different people do things that may not be healthy, but in other cases, love is splendid. Love is a power that one strives to achieve; nonetheless, it is a journey in which one can be blinded by obsession, hindered by the media, or caressed by happiness.
There are times when people often mistake love for an obsession. Obsession could be defined as the state of mind in which one cannot stop thinking, feeling, or dreaming about a specific person. This is very unfortunate because it can become unhealthy for one's mind. A primary example of an obsession is that of the feeli
Leaving Southampton She was in the kitchen when he stumbled in noisily, tripping as he went past the shelves and catching the edge of the table to keep himself from falling.
Pretending not to hear the stream of curses that followed, she kept her eyes fixed on the dishes, letting her hand trail in the soapy water. There was a loud scraping of wood against grimy concrete as he drew a chair and collapsed into it. At this she looked up, and after a moment's hesitation, she said, unnecessarily, "You've been drinking."
He clutched his head and said nothing. He hadn't shaved in weeks and stank of sweat and alcohol; he looked much older than his eighteen years.
They sat in silence for a while. Then he announced, loudly, "Fuck."
She didn't bother to tell him off. She just waited. And jumped when he suddenly brought his fist down, hard, onto the table.
"Our lives here are s
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