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Left my sister behind. Had a cry on the bus. She's so small and dainty and she's got an old woman's head on her shoulders and she's so powerful and wonderful.
chapter 1: When I was young I dressed up like a princess just any young gild did.
Wow, my life really has become somewhat dramatic, but is it really my life, or the life of my best friend, who I used to live through but now I just want to shake my head at her.
Do we as writers think more deeply about everything?. From as early as I can remember I always thought differently than a lot of my friends.
This story is about a family of six....seven including the dog Duke.
I met a girl over the Internet around August of 2012. This girl was the most beautiful person that I had ever met, but I really didn't know how to talk to her..
Leanne, when I found out you was ill I buried my feelings in the sand. I brushed off the feelings of others. I blocked it all out. Kept positive, braved each day.
We know the date we met We know where it was too But how we started talking Nobody really knew It was New Years Eve 1994 That was the night I met you I knew from that very first moment You'd be the...
There once was a young boy that loved to hang out at his best friends house The friend had an annoying little sister who followed them around like a cat would a mouse.
In the past week I have been reconnected. It has been over 17 years since this disconnection took place and I feel like it was through no fault of my own. Life got in the way. Things change.
Breast cancer is a scary disease. My gram mother had it and I remember getting quite worried. A lot of thoughts go through your mind when you hear your family member has that.
It's interesting to reflect on who you are. Especially as I'm a firm believer that we change a little, or a lot sometimes, every day.
@littlekitten challenge My name is Diana, named after the Goddess of the moon. My middle name is Fay ( of the fairy folk). My life has always been blessed in so many ways.
Okay...so..I guess I'll start. My name is Cyndel but people call me Cindy for short. I have a dad and two siblings. My sister Brentne, my brother Aidan, and my dad Jose. My mom died last year.
I'm me no one special just me. Like Heather I hate my name, it's very unusual. It has had its benefits though, at least I know when I'm being talked about.
When a loved one disappears, it must surely be the hardest thing in ones life to come to terms with. Especially if that loved one is never found, or worse.
I am deciding on wether to a lot of different things lately. I'm thinking about stand up comedy. I'm thinking about writing a novel. I'm thinking about writing a blog.
Warning this Opuss contains frivolous language, and I'm not bothering to make a clean version. Mature Audiances Hello again, and today is early in the morning of Saturday, September 29, 2012.
This is probably the last one of these, although I'll probably post them randomly whenever I'm feeling down.
We've all done it...unwittingly insulted someone.
I'm an old wrinkly. But I don't mind. My teeth sit before me. Snuggled in wine. I might have a wobbly when crossing the road. And can't read a thing. Without glasses of old. But I still like to laugh.
"Anh lại được viết thư cho em, bởi vì anh đang cô đơn và bởi vì anh cảm thấy khổ sở khi luôn luôn chỉ được trò chuyện cùng em trong tâm tưởng, còn em lại không biết gì về điều đó, lại không nghe thấy...
Since a teenager I thought they rocked. Flitted between crushes on Mike D and Ad Rock. No Sleep Til Brooklyn started my affair with them all. Into their naughty for the time rhymes I did fall.
I love seeing my grandma, She means the world to me, She is one of my best friends, we're not blood related but that means nothing to either of us nor the fact she has MS.