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The Chronicles of a Life Worth Living
In a corner of the world, tucked away - a young soul attempts to chronicle a life worth living.
So… I’ve learned that if you type in “Pokemon” in the chat settings on Omegle, you get a lot of people wanting to take a “Pikachu.”
If people from Hamburg don’t call themselves Hamburgers - they’re missing a major opportunity.
And if they don’t call their thieves hamburglars, they’re missing an even bigger opportunity.
If people from Hamburg don’t call themselves Hamburgers - they’re missing a major opportunity.
Anonymous wants to know:
Do you remember pictures of us hanging? too many times it feels like you left the picture and took the frame,and now there's nothing to hold up these memories, so like before i met you it feels the same, Alone with nothing to hold or understand what im feeling at the time.
I walked down the hallway yesterday. The walls were bare, I could still see the dark colors from where the picture frames were. The one of us standing together on our wedding day used to make me smile - now it’s stained spot on our wall only reminds me of the trouble in life.
When we met, I told that I could handle anything you could put me through. I was willing to do anything for you. I relive our first date every time I walk down Johnson Street. The diner on the corner still has our picture behind the counter. I didn’t mean to take the last piece of chocolate cake - it was nice to share it with you, though.
Now, I look at the screw that once held all of our favorite memories and wonder what turmoil you must have been facing - I’m sorry for whatever I did.
Do you remember the pictures? The ones that showed our favorite moments. That time in your parents backyard on the Fourth of July - where you knocked over the potato salad. The picture of us at the zoo - the panda behind us. Do you remember the pictures of us hanging?
All those times I stood there looking at them wondering when you left them - when you just walked out of the picture. When you took the chance for us to make any more pictures, you took the frames with you. I don’t know what would possess you to do something like this. I only know that these frames are gone. There is nothing to hold up these memories. I would do anything for you, but I don’t know where to put it.
You just walked out. You took the frames. The worst part is that this is what if felt like before we met. Before we started building a life together I could get by without having memories framed, but now I don’t know what to do. Where to go. My favorite picture of us was the one that I stuck in the bathroom mirror. We were holding hands in the middle of the garden.
Now that picture sits next to the pills you took. I don’t have anything to hold onto anymore except that bottle. I’m going to clutch it until the pain goes away - how long will it take?
Do you remember the pictures? Because I can’t forget them.
Plot twist: Duck Dynasty overthrows the Republic of China and reigns for hundreds of years.
Why should I like myself? Nobody else does.
Wrong. Why should anybody else like you? You don’t.
I fall victim to this so often, and I still haven’t found the right answer. But, as you find things about yourself that you like, other people start liking those things and liking you more. It’s a crazy concept - especially for me, but it’s true.
Try it. I know it’ll be hard. But try it. Please. I beg you.
I’ll start. I like that I have a good sense of humor.
My mom just asked me who Snape was.
I handed her Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince and said, “Turn to page 394.”
My friend has a Snorlax plush in her car.
She also has a very precociously placed hand sanitizer.
