This is what God gave me today, and I've been needing this. I needed my dry morsels, and quietness.
When you're tired of being tired, and your flesh is fighting you every step of the way, how do you retrace your steps back to the path you were once on? The simplest answer? You can't.
"I have a relationship with the Cavity, and it's the longest relationship I've ever been in."
Typing long and hard, frustrated key-strokes when I'm upset allows me to unravel without being unraveled. The soft, romantic notions of typing out a story of a love I thought I once had allows me to understand the emotions I had as a seventeen year old girl. Typing just comes so much more easily to me than the long strokes of writing. I like it better, and I know it may be a generational gap - but typing for me just makes way more sense.
Her euphoric state lasted only a second longer. Zachery #2 was looking hard at his milkshake, careful not to meet eyes with Melanie. There was a pause, just long enough to make Melanie question herself, and then Zachery #1, having just finished chewing part of his lettuce, and with a dime-sized spot of ranch resting in the crook of his sneer, spoke.
I see the sacrifices being made now, so that you can afford the classes you still have left to take. I see how you will go in to debt trying to finish your education, because you don't earn enough to pay for school, and attend school at the same time.