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Horoscopes
It wasn't until I met my S.O. that I became the most interested in zodiacs. Up until then, I was sure that the only man for me was an Aquarius because I fell in love with one in the past; the most in love I think I've ever been. The last time we spent together, I wasn't aware that it was the last time. I thought that we would be spending forever together but it turned out that wasn't the case. Lets just say he didn't have my best interest at heart.
By Missie Preville8 years ago in Humans
Flash Forward
In my short time on this Earth, if there is one thing I have learned, it is that the general public likes to idolize what seems to be flawless. We want the perfect skin, perfect job, perfect life, without realizing that this has never and will never exist. Why do you think celebrities often self-destruct? So what happens when you stop being the idolizer and become the idolized? Now there’s a position I never thought I’d be in – not in regards to a relationship, anyway.
By Krissey Browder8 years ago in Humans
My First Taste of Culture Shock
Ever since I was young, people always told me that friendships are among the most important things in life. Whether they give you emotional support or simply a place to crash for the weekend, friends are one of the most vital part of anyone's psyche. They are the ones you make lifelong memories with, the ones you argue with, and the ones you trust with the things you wouldn't tell your parents about. In many ways, they're extensions of the person you seek to be.
By Ramiro A. Hernandez8 years ago in Humans
From Different Worlds
My heart sends a message to my head and again our timeline floods into my consciousness from the beginning to our end. I could have never predicted this outcome. If only I could have stopped myself from making those choices maybe, just maybe, I wouldn't have been betrayed. The one person I looked up to and called a friend drove a knife through my heart with a single text. I felt like a part of me had died. The pain was limitless. I wished for it to be physical pain. My thoughts took my body to a street in front of a moving car. A couple of steps and it would all be over. Maybe some of my body parts might be salvageable and used for someone who is in need of it. But do humans really need saving if they could be so cruel? They don't deserve it. A punching bag is where my frustrations came out. The endless tears washed down my face as I screamed in rage hitting the bag with my clenched fists. Life seemed pointless and unfair. If only I knew that I had fallen in love with my soulmate. Even the language barrier didn't stop our connection. Instead, I chose to break off what we had to prevent my heart feeling like it is now. The void feels like it will never be filled. He's the one I want, the only one I want. The choices I chose to prevent myself from falling in love was actually my mistake. There was nothing that could have prevented that. My mistake of the breakup that hurt his heart was actually my downfall and the cause of my pain. If I didn't break up with him he wouldn't have gotten intoxicated and pushed his lips against hers. She should have known. Her ears listened to me talk endless hours about his existence. But, she chose to forget my words and just let the alcohol take her mind to a different place. My regrets are shared now but there is nothing I can do to recover the friendship I lost with the girl with the intoxicated lips. Yet I can do the ultimate sacrifice and forgive the one whom I fell in love with before he took his suitcase and left to a different country. It was the hardest thing I ever had to do. I had to grow the metaphorical balls and woman myself up. The visit was short lived in my mind but went on for hours on end. My feelings reappeared after my heart tore into a million pieces. Yet, his presence healed my heart and I fell for him once again. He asked the one question that I didn't want him to ask. He asked for the presence of my lips on his. I couldn't at the time, but when he had to leave for his plane, I had to feel his sweet soft lips once more. The hours replayed in my head. I was okay with him leaving before my visit with him but, the memories of our last encounter burn in my mind. The song that reminded him of me was sent and replayed over and over. The tears washed down my face; they felt endless. I could never feel his touch and see his face ever again. The only connection between us is the phones that are in our hands that type the words in our minds. I long for his touch and his presence. I would do anything for him to be next to me once again. The distance is forever long but a part of my heart will always belong to the boy who speaks a foreign language.
By Anonymous Girl8 years ago in Humans
Falling in Love When You're 'Too Young'
*(Names have been changed for privacy) When I was in grade 9 I fell into my first real relationship. I'm not counting the previous occurrences in which I would date the same boy for a week whenever he felt like it. I'm counting my first real relationship, like the one where I didn't get dumped a week later. It started because I became really good friends with this boy named Carter* and we would always hang out at this afterschool program that was five minutes away from my school. We went to different schools which weren't particularly close or particularly far from each other, but still it was sometimes a hassle to meet. When I met him he had been very happy, he was doing chalk drawings on our sidewalk with me and we listened to music because we felt too old to do the activities inside, plus it was spring so why not? That day I thought I understood his personality, but it wasn't until we delved into the friendship further that I realized I was in fact, wrong. 15-year-old me was an undiagnosed ball of depression and anxiety. I had the terrible habit of hurting myself over little things because I was really sensitive and my friends often weren't. To speed this up, I learned through exchanging messages that he was the same, except he didn't have anxiety, he was just very depressed and suicidal. Even as a 15-year-old I was drawn to mental illness. I found it interesting because how can the human brain make us this way? To this day it still fascinates me and I've taken Psychology classes to learn more about it. Anyways, I soon realized I was developing a big fat crush on the sad boy.
By Sabrina Espinosa8 years ago in Humans
Your Next Door Neighbor Is Cheating! - a 5 Step Program
It's 2 AM again. My roommate has gone to bed already, and all is silent save for the quiet hum of the fan and the occasional snore from his bed. It's been a long night of drawing out chemicals—hexagons and pentagons fill my brain. Maybe it's time to head to bed. I do have class at 9 AM tomorrow.
By Markus McWinston8 years ago in Humans
Goodbye
“Goodbye,” he said as he stood there watching me intently. He stared deep into my eyes, practically staring into my soul. “Goodbye,” I returned. I watched his eyes for a moment then I broke gaze and moved my focus to the ground. I knew something he didn’t. Our "goodbyes" were different with only one similarity. It was similar in the sense that it was the same word. Our "goodbyes" were different though. He would be here tomorrow. His goodbye was temporary. He had something to live for. He was loved. He would be missed. Me, on the other hand, my "goodbye" would be the last one he would hear me utter. My "goodbye" was, well, mine was forever. I wouldn’t be here tomorrow. I had nothing to live for. Nobody would miss little ol me.
By Amelia Beck8 years ago in Humans
