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MisophoniaTo me, certain letters in a word sound different. It causes this rage inside of me, like I want to punch something. When a person eats, especially someone I'm close to, it causes me to leave the room. I can't stand the chewing, the smacking, the gulping. It makes me angry.
I have lived with this condition for 7 years. It started when I was ten years old.
One day, my family and I were praying, something in my brain snapped. I couldn't stand the sound of anything with the letter "s", or something sounding like the letter "s", like "cement". I would just get angry.
I covered my ears, because they forbid me to leave the room.
I said the words back, because it was the only thing I could do to keep me from going nuts.
It was torture. Pure torture.
I always asked to go to the restroom. That was the only relief I felt as we prayed.
Naturally, my parents thought there was nothing wrong and that I was just being a brat. I didn't know what was wrong, but I knew that for once in my l
ForgivenessI was raised as a Catholic Christian. My parents taught me all about forgiveness, such as how and why. As you all know, it's not easy to do.
Forgiving others was easy for me when I was little. I didn't think much about what others did to me I suppose and I forgave them and let it go.
Unfortunately, they kept doing it--making fun of me, pointing and laughing at my mistakes, making fun of my blonde hair, my blue eyes and anything else that they could find wrong about me, such as my pimples. As I grew older, it was harder and harder to forgive.
Their insults were getting more clever, meaner and dirtier.
I held grudges; secret grudges that I kept to myself. Why should I tell anyone? All the adults will say is that they're messing around and to just ignore it. So I turned to God. I asked what I should do.
But I was impatient. I felt like God wasn't answering any of my prayers. So I turned to music. I listened to it day after day and I felt better. Inspiring songs got me through the d
The Good Memories Stayed, But You LeftYou left me with good memories;
Memories I will always cherish, even though they might be fake to you.
I will always remember that meeting you was my first step in becoming less shy.
You planted that seed that eventually grew into a beautiful flower thanks to other people.
Without you, I wouldn't have even thought about becoming more outgoing and...fun.
I will always hold on to that memory; I'll never forget it, even though you might treat it like trash.
You were the closest I had to a brother.
I will never forget that memory.
PrincessI have a few best friends whom I laugh and be completely weird and insane with, including my boyfriend. But there's one in particular who is just, well, out of this world. His name's Christian.
We text back and forth with each other all day. It's not like that with anyone else. Even when we have nothing to say, we're just random and insane.
A lot has happened between us in the past several weeks.
We had grown feelings for each other, and I was stuck in a love triangle, and it got to the point where I wasn't even sure the relationship I was in with my boyfriend was...real.
But then I started to think. I remembered everything my boyfriend said and gave me first, all the words he said first, and how we fell in love first. I remembered our first kiss together, our first date, our first movie, the first time we went to each other's houses, and how our relationship grew stronger and stronger everyday.
I reminded myself that I had a whole year with him. Why give it up? I love him. Christian w
SkeletonIt all happened so fast: A tabby cat, gone in an instant.
One minute I was stretching after lying down, resting under a tree, my claws scraping the earth and my back arched to the sky. It was night, and a lightning storm had begun. But that wouldn't stop me from finding food tonight.
So I ventured out from under the tree and opened my jaws, trying to catch the scent of a bird. When I knew where to go, I looked up and saw a huge streak of light coming my way. Lightning It was too late to move; it was too fast. I was struck, and everything went black
Until I found I was still somehow alive.
How could I be alive after that? But I was. I tried to focus on a bird in front of me, but my eyes seemed to be failing me. Must be from the lightning strike. My eyes don't have night vision anymore.
I knew I needed to get up, but I was struggling with that as well. It was an effort just to roll on to my stomach. I counted to three and heaved myself up and wobbled a li
My aunt, my uncle and I just boarded the boat, and all of us were excited to finally be going on the long awaited cruise trip to Mazatlan, Mexico. I was so stoked for this trip.
My uncle Steve and his girlfriend Christina were down below, watching us and waiting for the boat to leave. It wasn't long until we finally made our way out to sea, and wemy uncle, aunt and Iwaved at them until they were out of sight.
We settled into our rooms. I would be away from home for a whole week, and missing school along with it. I wasn't too worried about that. I wanted to have fun and enjoy the cruise.
Unfortunately, the room we were in didn't have a window, so we couldn't look out at the sea as we traveled. But there were other things to do on the boat. There was a pool, lots of food, a kids group to keep me busy and active and lots of games. I was a big Harry Potter fan at the time, so when I found out there was a Harry Potter game, I was addicted.
I met a little boy in the group, eight
RealizationToday's Sunday. And thank the Lord there's no school tomorrow. This means I use that extra day to work, but I prefer doing that than doing absolutely nothing.
My dad drove me to my boyfriend's house after mass ended. I was still in my black dress. I laughed silently to myself as I texted my friend during the twenty minute ride. I should have brought a change of clothes.
Finally, my dad pulled up alongside my boyfriend's house, and I stuck my phone in my purse and opened the door, stepping out and walking to the door. I rang the doorbell and waited.
After a few minutes, the door was pulled open by none other than my sweet boyfriend himself. I smiled and then turned and waved "bye" to my dad as he drove away.
"Hey." I said with the smile still on my face.
"Hi." My boyfriend replied, smiling as well.
He stepped aside to let me in.
"I like your dress."
"Thanks. You realize this is your favorite dress on me, right?"
"Of course I do." He hugged me, and then kissed me. I got but
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