I’ve been horrible at writing. I seriously have to sit down and designate a time to write. I swear my life would be better.
Usually when I don’t write for a long time, I’m struggling. 717 more words
If you start using prescription pain pills, along with sedatives, tranquilizers, and all the other assorted pills you can buy on the street, your chances of achieving what you dreamed of at 15 or so will be more and more distant with time. 360 more words
sigh, I am that person who always thinks “it doesn’t hurt that much, I’ve hurt worse, suck it up and deal” when something hurts. I think this way for all pain, whether it is an organ that has twisted and is dying (totally happened), a bleeding finger I bashed during a dragon boat race (true story) or my hips (my current true story). 967 more words
She looked vulnerable. Her face as pale as her cream colored sweater, the gauze the dental assistant had placed in her mouth, in an effort to stem any blood from the holes where one rotted tooth and two broken off teeth had been, was half in her mouth, half pushing against her lower lip. 691 more words