i find that boost of technology we’ve encountered in our 20th century so promising and exciting! while working on a project for my global world class and finding information about the past i’m being able to find the newspapers that been saved back from the 18th century and i can view and read them absolutely for free on my computer screen!!!
my bestfriend(or should i say exbestfriend) is at staten island doing drugs with the guys that are 5-6 yrs older than her and im just idk im just…. i feel guilty and ashamed. she is the most wonderful girl everybody could possibly meet; shes pretty, has an amazing sense of humor, she is an awesome friend, but she has low self esteem and thats probably why she would always seek for the attention and be so selfish, but anyways, i was the one to abandon her, actually it was both of our faults; and the relationship wasnt working out for me and i feel like a bitch… like that backstabing bitch that ive never imagined myself to be. maybe its just overthinking and im making a too much of a big deal out of it, but we’ve grown together. me and her have been throughout so much s h i t together and the feeling of GUILT that im not there with her, backing her up is just killing me inside.
“This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. It’s like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety. Now listen. I vary the sentence length, and I create music. Music. The writing sings. It has a pleasant rhythm, a lilt, a harmony. I use short sentences. And I use sentences of medium length. And sometimes, when I am certain the reader is rested, I will engage him with a sentence of considerable length, a sentence that burns with energy and builds with all the impetus of a crescendo, the roll of the drums, the crash of the cymbals–sounds that say listen to this, it is important.”—Gary Provost (via conamorelucy)
I’m better. I haven’t gotten 100% better, but better. It does get better, not all at one time, but soon it stops pouring rain, and then it goes into a light mist, then just dark overcast, then to partially cloudy days. It will get better. One day you will realized, I don’t need a him or a her- all I need is myself, my friends and my hobbies. You can get through this. I promise you, you can make it through this.