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Bottle Caps
I was a music student in college. I couldn’t seem to find any other subject that I was interested in to keep me in education. Music's my passion, I live and breathe for it. Therefore, I had lots of musical friends and I’d watch musical people everyday. Little did I know that I would have met someone who hasn't left my mind since day one.
By icca hiley8 years ago in Humans
Magnetism
For the extremist of overtures; I was the centre of my world. I, being in my twenties and of relatively sound mind, had experienced few of the offerings love wished to give over to me and even less of me to give over to her. In the beauty of her beauty, the ugliness of her beauty, and the untimely melancholic warmth of loves’ comely embrace, I began my journey as a member of the dismissed. I was, as an enthusiast of the Game of Thrones generation, a white walker. Blissfully unabashed by my tendency to show little emotion of my senses. I had a forceful feeling this stemmed from an invasive and uncomfortable youth, which manifested itself throughout my anxiousness and uncertainty, into a plethora of unavailable grey feelings. What therapists called Avoidant Attachment, or some other psychological terminology, taking my strength and homeliness to where I imagined I belonged, along with the other dysfunctional(s). This was around the time I ascribed myself the title, Metal-Man. Yet still, and for some reason beyond question, I felt within my own right when I searched for a relationship that I could describe as "a natural love that arose from wanting a future to be proud of kind of love," "haughty, joyous laughter that could fill a room full kind of laughter," and "companionable hope that might fulfill my disenchanted soul kind of hope." (A lucrative display of my high expectations.)
By S R Gurney8 years ago in Humans
F@$# Your Phone Calls
I knew the girl for 15 years. There was a lot of history there. That was what made it so hard to walk away from her a couple of weeks ago. I know it was the right thing to do, though. She had told me that it bothered her that when I reached out to her during an anxiety attack, she felt she could not talk about herself. I’m not even joking or exaggerating. That is what she said. That statement showed me that we no longer belonged together as friends. It took me a few days, but I came to peace with this. I’ve still felt a little broken hearted over the whole thing but I’ve been dealing with it well. Then she calls me yesterday. I answer the phone and she says, “Hey,” like nothing has happened. Then she tells me she just wanted to chat and oh, she’s off work, by the way. I was flabbergasted. How dare she?! She can’t stab me in the heart like that and then waltz back into my life like everything is the same.
By Amanda Washburn8 years ago in Humans
The First Few Chapters
Before we begin, I’d like to say that names have been changed for the sake of their privacy. As a little girl, I was thriving. You would often see me running around the elementary school campus, squealing with delight, as my friends and I played tag, talked about the boys of our school, and the most recent High School Musical. Back then I let myself live. Didn’t we all? We were so unaware of what was coming. We were pure and certain of our futures.
By Alyssa Gammell8 years ago in Humans
Left in Sausalito, California
Many years back, I took a trip to San Francisco with my husband. He had a conference in town, so we decided to enjoy a trip. He had told me earlier that he was depressed, so my goal for this trip was to try to squeeze as much fun in as possible to help. He had pretty much checked out at home, and the kids and I didn't really see much of him lately. As if fun solves depression, but that is another story for another time.
By Erin Misenar8 years ago in Humans
Sunday Kind of Love
I do my Sunday dreaming, oh yeah. . .And all my Sunday scheming –Every minute, every hour, every day.Oh, I’m hoping to discover,A certain kind of lover –Who will show me the way. . .eh, would help if I knew how to be the sort of lover I claim to long for . . .
By Amanda Karenina8 years ago in Humans
Love, Loathing, and Self-Flagellation
How do you love someone so much that it hurts? When does it stop being love, and transition into longing? How do you tell someone who loved you when you weren’t ready — that you hate the waiting knowing they waited for you? How do you remain steady in your own course, when feeling remorse for the love that you lost? Was your own self-preservation worth losing the chance for love so much like your own?
By Amanda Karenina8 years ago in Humans
