For four nights, no one in our neighborhood had electricity after the storm. My boyfriend stayed with me and my siblings, and we all crowded near the fireplace for heat and light. I found my old wireless radio and we listened to a man report the news in a feathery French accent while we played checkers or chatted. I checked on our neighbors and gave them a fraction of our firewood after theirs ran out. Hardly any food remained in the kitchen, so my boyfriend and I visited four grocery stores, only to find them all entirely empty. It felt highly apocalyptic. We returned numb and exhausted, with empty hands and empty stomachs. The moment I asked myself if any goodness remained, my little brother returned from the neighbor's house with armfuls of apples and a bakery box tied in red ribbons. Inside waited twelve raspberry pastries. We all stared at it, awestruck. It felt like a gift from the unfallen world—that our mousy little brother could chance upon such a miracle, that he could be kind enough to share it. Everyone ate three, except I kept my third and handed it to my little brother, the powdered sugar on our noses, on our fingers. We ate the apples, too! Later in the attic, my boyfriend and I found my grandfather's gramophone and cranked it on. The record coursed under the tip of a needle, then grainy 1950's music spiraled out, and we danced. I liked to imagine the melodies floating around us, flashing through the darkened attic. He took my hand and twirled me, and I felt so in love. I had to get on my tiptoes for my arms to reach around his neck! We crept back downstairs and found my siblings had fallen asleep under heavy quilts next to the fireplace, the cats around my little brother like guardian angels. My boyfriend and I fell asleep next to them—all of us safe and sound despite the storm. It wasn't so awful, though I'm glad it's finally over.
I start work today and I am nervous on how things will be I got to see how everything works and they seem so fast and just by looking I'm overwhelmed I really pray that things are easier than they seem . wish me luck
when i crashed my bike i was so lonely that i was alone for 5 days in the hospital before anyone came. the hospitals here are bad the people forgot me for 3 days i guess i was too depressed to talk then a physiotherapist shows up and i get up from bed and it stinks badly and i realize its my old blood in the bed and start crying, then the physiotherapist lady tells the nurses to change me, i think she even gave me a hug but dont remember. it was just before my 19th birthday. after that they put screws all the way into my bones and structure around those screws and i have it for 8 months, i didnt want to leave my house or anything so i just stayed in my room. i learned to shower and go up stairs and do my own bandages really fast, my mom couldnt do it so i had to learn, i had a huge hole in my leg and i had to put medicine all the way inside of it, i never had a friend over i didnt know anyone to have. one time there was people over who i didnt knew, my dad is stupid or evil, he makes these strangers go into my room to look at my leg, and lifts my blankets and makes these younger kids stare and some strange man. i dont really talk to my dad, he makes me touch his hands every morning otherwise he throws a fit.
this girl that i like she, ive been looking at what she follows on ig and stuff and she always follows buff black guys, and she gets hit on by black guys and flirting-ish back , even tho shes engaged. idk if its racist or smth but i just feel some type of inedequate or insecure or smth, but its also makes me feel hot in a weird way (im white). i wonder if she thinks about stuff like that? shes so white and the whole world always talks about racism im sure shes like , aware of what it looks like. i would never talk about ths to anyone ever like a therapist or smth, its way too embarassing idk
I honestly don't care if no one replies to this, but I just need to rant somewhere. I'm so, so tired of Americans with the "me, me, me" mentality. It isn't difficult to make small sacrifices for the health of others. We teach our children to sneeze and cough in their elbows or into a tissue, for what reason? To keep others from getting sick, right? So how is wearing a mask much different? Citizens of Japan (and other Asian countries) wear masks voluntarily when they have even the sniffles. I'd like for this to spread to America. Honestly, I've enjoyed not even getting a cold since the pandemic started. Haven't gotten sick since before last March, and I'm 100% good with that. Two of my coworkers caught covid. Luckily, they were fine, and they recovered. Two of my other coworkers have very young babies, and I was concerned for them. Another coworker's father died from covid. He didn't have any underlying conditions that I'm aware of, and judging by her age, he wasn't that old either. Covid doesn't just affect the old or weak, it has the potential to affect everyone. She loved him dearly. Now, I have reason to suspect that she's overworking herself as a coping mechanism. Her ability to hide negative emotions at work honestly scares me a little. I have an older coworker who lives with her mother, and she's terrified her mother will catch covid. My boyfriend's grandmother was just beginning to go through the stages of dementia when she caught covid. Her mental state is worse now, though she recovered from covid itself. It's just a matter of time at this point. All I ask is that people make that small personal sacrifice for the health and safety of the general community. I don't want to see more people die, and I'm tired of people having to fear for their relatives because others want to be selfish. We aren't allowed to refuse service to those who don't wear masks at our store, because of the type of location we are. I've told a couple of my more vulnerable coworkers that they are more than welcome to call me for help if they feel uncomfortable checking out someone who isn't wearing a mask, but they're too nervous to do so. I'm just tired. It really isn't difficult, and it isn't harmful to you to care about others.
is my mind just rambling nonsense to me again?? no one understands, I just want to scratch my skin off because it doesn't fit right, I want to tear my eyes out because my own reflection stares right through me, my hands don't listen to me and my brain doesn't follow my directions. my mouth has a mind of it's own and everyone around me lies to me and pretends to care, the only changes I make are negative, I cause problems and I start arguments, I ruin friendships and relationships and I do nothing good or beneficial. I'm not insecure, I actually like myself a lot more than I like most people, but everyone listens to me more than I listen to myself.
My school counselor and I sometimes talk outside as she smokes a cigarette. I always enjoy watching her smoke. It makes her seem more motherly.
I sometimes have lunch outside with my school counselor. Afterwards, we talk as she smokes a cigarette. I always enjoy watching her smoke. It makes her seem so motherly.
I get so confused sometimes with my sexually sometime, I mean I know for a fact that I love women but I find some boy very attractive but the thought of doing anything sexual with thing disgust me (no disrespect) except for this one boy I if I were going to do anything with a guy it would be with him but hes the only boy that I've ever thought about sexually. I am so confused .
my house-mate, she's fine as hell, big booty, thick, nice booty