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An Unheard Story in Everyday Life
All I hear is silence from the world. I have this story and I’m not the only one forgotten in the midst of the chaos.
$71.10 In My Pocket in Everyday Life
That’s all I have in my pocket. No family. College tuition sky rocket. How will I pay for my next text books? Fighting endlessly. Why is it so hard to get a better life? Why is this so overlook...
My vicious rant 12.5.15 in Everyday Life
Why does our generation and the ones after, too bent up on wanting to look good all the time. Why are looks and perfection such a desirable thing? It’s about looking good on the outside physicall...
12/14/15 in Everyday Life
Today is a good day. It is the end of the semester and I have all A’s. I am so proud of myself and how far I have come to achieve my dream of going to college. I didn’t think it was possible. Or ...
11/14/15 in Everyday Life
Why is it so hard to get to know shy people? Why do people think its okay to look me over and forget I exist? I wish… I didn’t… I wish I could be understood. I didn’t want nothing more than a f...
Business. Innovation. Invention. America. in Everyday Life
What if Americans refused to buy foreign products? Why can’t we lead in exports and innovation? What if we chose to lead in education like math or how about all subjects? Let’s decide to do our h...
9/15/15 If I am silent, I will be forgotten. (poem) in Everyday Life
Milliseconds, seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, years and I will be unnoticed. 7 years behind closed doors. They say, “Don’t leave because we care.” But no one cares. Not a single person in ...
A New Chapter In Life in Everyday Life
It’s been a long summer. I’ve reached a part of my life that I have not experienced–calmness and silence. I don’t have to worry about my basic needs or survival. I have realized what my dream or ...
8.20.2015 in Everyday Life
Honestly…I’m terrified of going to college. Today, as I was going through my belongings, I realized my first time as a high school student and how scared I was because it was all new to me. Now I...
8.14.2015 in Everyday Life
I hate myself. Why can’t I be normal and feel this way!? I am so selfish for asking, “Why me?” But that’s how I feel so I guess that makes me a selfish person. I make everything personal because ...
Dreams vs Reality in Everyday Life
I am stuck contemplating. Should I follow my dreams or be realistic with my life?
A voice for the voiceless 7/17/15 in Everyday Life
I don’t know that what I’m about to relay to you or the people screening this letter will stand out enough to consider reading the rest of my letter but I’ll just come out and plainly tell it how...
A.C.T Sadness in Everyday Life
I hate depression–the endless amount of pain. Can’t handle it. I’m afraid to fail. Wish there was a cure. Extreme sorrow. Brokenness. No words can express. Just emptiness.
My 1st Vocation 7/5/15 in Everyday Life
I’m more than excited to go on vocation tomorrow. I know it’s not far (5hrs away) but it’ll be an extraordinary adventure. I’m going hiking, biking, horse back riding, swimming, and so much more....
Shouting Voiceless (Poem) in My Story
I’m feeling beat. Unjustly oppressed. The fight isn’t fair. Take a deep breath in and hope that goodness prevails. Day by day goes by. I stand and let the world swirl on by. Chaos with no remedy...
Breakaway (Poem) in My Story
I wish I could shatter the silence. Be the voice to the forgotten. To stand up. To be more than I am. I was that girl sitting on a window sill with her knees bent in, Hoping I could chase the wi...
Feeling Hopeless in My Story
Where do I begin? Since I was 8 or 9 I have raised my brothers. I potty trained my 4 year old brother, Jaren. Took care of him when he had the chicken pox because going to the doctors was out of ...
My life as of now in My Story
Long story short, my past has led me to homelessness. I ran away 3 years ago and ended up living with other family members to survive. Those family members lied and have deceived me. I thought I...
The Unspoken Reality in My Story
I’ll keep it simple. I don’t have an easy life. Writing has always been my remedy. At 5 years old, my 2 brothers, Trevor and Alex, and myself was abandoned at the babysitters’ by our biological...