Somebody's Something
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I like to play pretend with words so I hope you enjoy reading them
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The Cutie with the Cardigan
Christmas Eve It all started coming together around midnight. Quite a few keys were missing on my battered keyboard, but even so, my fingertips flew over the keys. The clacking was one of the few sources of noise that filled my 2-bedroom flat. Believe it or not, the key clicks, along with the unhealthy humming of my dying laptop, created my go-to writing environment. Between the pauses in my typing, I mumbled along to the soulful acoustic through my half-broken earphones.
By Somebody's Something about a year ago in Fiction
Dirty Laundry
As much as people stress about the struggle with companionship and their numerous failed attempts at finding “The One” I find myself late at night laying on my twin-sized bed right next to a mountain of unfolded laundry. So I ask myself, am I even ready for that kind of thing? Not the companionship. But just the responsibility of having someone in my circle. As I write this well, I already told you. I’m lying on my twin-sized bed beside a giant mountain of unfolded clothes. What I didn’t mention is that it’s been here for nearly 5 days now. Don’t worry it's clean! Well, at least I think so. After I took my clothes out of the machine I had them in my laundry bag. But then I ran into that problem where I was wearing dirty clothes with no place to them. I use this half-ripped bag hamper hanging from my door as the primary location to keep my dirty clothes. When it’s not available (like it hasn’t been for a few days before I threw all my clothes on my bed. I’m kind of fucked because I no longer have a place to put my dirty clothes. I can probably assume your next question. So then where do you put your dirty clothes in the meantime when you’re being too lazy to put your clothes away? Before I answer that in order to avoid a bit of judgment. I would like to say that I believe in the idea of “out of sight, out of mind.” I am not sure who stated that quote but they are genius and knew exactly what they were talking about.
By Somebody's Something 2 years ago in Confessions
To Every Sign I ignored, From Every Worry I'll have
The worries of yesterday always seem to creep up when things are at their brightest. Dusty skeletons I believed to be buried in their respective closets burst through flooding my mind. easily overthrowing any of the things I held in high regard. The scales are tipped and they rarely seem to fall in my favor. But when they do life has its way of reminding you.
By Somebody's Something 2 years ago in Fiction
