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Guys like us are the loneliest guys in the world. They got no family. They don’t belong no place.Of Mice and Men. Mandatory reading for English class. I may not work on a ranch and I may have two living parents, but I understand it. I don't belong anywhere. Where is the place for people with severe social anxiety, who shudder at the thought of ordering a coffee? It'd be a quiet place, and there are no quiet places for Angelo Green.Make today different. That's my motto, and I repeat it to myself...
Hospital lights are so damn bright. I opened my eyes, only to be blinded by the lights above me. For a second, I thought I was dead. That maybe this was the magical heaven. I quickly realised that wasn’t the case when I started hearing things. A steady beeping noise by the side of me. Voices, distant but still there. Now, I was never the brightest person anyways, but after waking up after...
People change for a reason, right? Whether it’s time or trauma, we all change eventually. That’s why I never understood people who don’t believe in evolution. We’re all evolving, every second of every day, and adapting to any changes that come our way. Denying that is denying having changed at all, and I’m fairly sure that the white, Christian woman screaming that believing in evolution is a sin has chang...
I remember this place like the back of my hand.I remember the treehouse in the woods at the back of my house. I’d climb the trees with her, and we’d just read and enjoy each other’s company. One time, I was down about a test in school that I’d failed. She made sock puppets and put on a show until I smiled. She made up silly little songs and storylines. She didn’t stop until I was crying of laughter.I remember the school playground where we met and grew up together. We’d always run out to the playground ...
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