Dry Morsels and Quietness

This is what God gave me today, and I've been needing this. I needed my dry morsels, and quietness.


But, I Love Writing?

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 You, Kind Girl.

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.