I have a horrible cold so I am taking the day off work. I don’t even feel that bad because its unpaid still.
When I am sick like this I feel lonelier than ever. 127 more words
The end part of the story starts from when his dad got sick. before that I can remember things had been going well and he had just completed a really impressive proposal for his masters, although im sure there was still a lot of insecurity on my part but he was still patient with me. 433 more words
My final semester of university consisted of ticking off a few first year communications units, just to make sure I had met the compulsory requirements. I had spent four years changing universities, degrees and majors and had finally convinced the uni to mash my time wasting into a “communications” degree, majoring in museum studies and piling everything else into “creative services”. 297 more words
It’s 3:30am and your phone starts frantically vibrating on your bedside table. After several wasted attempts at trying to ignore it, you admit defeat and roll over, wondering who in the name of DiCaprio is trying to interrupt the most satisfying sleep you’ve had in weeks. 762 more words