I love to write, and the most important thing is that I need to spend uneg-uneg suffocating unto my chest, into this book. "Paper is more patient than men". Whenever I feel depressed, I always remember that phrase, especially when I 'm at home while doing nothing, bored without activity, thinking whether I should stay at home or go play outside. Finally, I stayed at home, brooding. True, the paper was more patient than men, and because I never let anyone read the book that I wrote called "diary" of this, unless I find a true friend, then it makes no difference whether I wrote it or not.
Shush Your Wien Draft one: Little Eaglet, ahh, nah this is not the perfect essay for submitting, who would even want to read it my 15 pages?! Draft two: The day of my death. Well this is has great words but not a great personal narrative. Draft three: The real I was gone. Yes, this one is good but too short “Ooh Lucy you’ve spent the whole day on your essay and you are still not getting what to write about, Just sleep and close your eyes everything will be alright when you wake up!” said Wien Wien is my friend, a friend ?
What will happen if you endure long enough without moving, is that your body falls asleep while youre still wide awake. That's the state in which you can truly watch your own breath without changing into "manual breathing mode" while doing so. To watch oneself "sleeping" is an astounding
“I first come out as a gay man. This was in my first year of college however the more I got in touch with fellow gay activists, and the more I felt excluded from my own community. This was especially hard for me. I thought that I will never be able to belong” Burdened by her own demons and faced by rejection, Khoukha suffered from major depression for almost one year, in which she was unable to leave her bed and had a limited interaction with the outside world “Even in the darkest moments I never stopped writing, I used social media to reveal some parts of my life with some preservations”’. She never thought that her fight against depression is what will help her find herself.
The Paris Wife shows how placing your work above everything else will make you lose the people that care about you. Hemingway did not spend much time with his wife, Hadley, while they were living in Paris because he was too busy writing. He first started writing on an insufficient part of a desk in their narrow and jammed apartment, but after a few weeks, he rented a single room where he could leave Hadley and focus on his writing. He would leave early in the morning and come back late in the afternoon. Melancholic Hadley said, “I missed Ernest´s company all day, but he didn´t seem to miss mine, not while there was work to do (McLain, 77).” Hemingway prioritized his career as a writer rather than spending time with Hadley, and he didn´t seem to mind that she was desperately longing time with him.
This is what I think that happened to her since the beginning of the story it didn’t show so much love for each other even thou they had everything they could have wished for. It is said in the story that Hemingway thought a lot of times that his wife wasn’t happy for what he was doing even thou he had over his fears. Macomber had realize that his wife had slept with the safari guide that they had. Even thou Macomber saw this things that happened he never said anything or do anything to his wife it is like he never saw anything or do anything about that event that happened. After that occurred the time together went to a beautiful life to a awkward situation with everyone together.
People say I’m a lunatic full of misery. There wrong. I’m not crazy; I am just living a life of mystery. FREE VERSE POEM Awake last night I didn't sleep, for I feared of never waking up again. I feared that would never again hear the rustle of my crisp bed sheets.
According to the shopkeeper, I have no option left but to sleep at the outdoor where I have to avoid the magic stone line. However, according to the books from the library is only written as the line of the jewel which transmits a magical power. In other words, for today means, I’m not able to find more money. Well, but I appreciate the shopkeeper who treated me kindly to such a beginner like
My mom gave me some pain killers that were while and fairly small, it was a little hard to swallow cause I’ve never taken a pill before. I don’t really remember what happened to my brother because after that I feel asleep and stayed asleep for the rest of the day. I was in a little bit of trouble myself because technically we weren’t supposed to be outside in the first place.At the time I was around eight or nines years old so that me this experience even more tramazizing.From that day forward I never thought I would take to him or hug him or towards any interest in my brother, because he hurt me, mentally and
It’s not ideal for me, in all honesty. I mean my 14-year-old self would probably faint at the idea of her raising a child on her own in the future. All those fairy tales I’ve read as a child didn’t include the single mama storyline. Even though my mother raised me alone, it just didn’t stick with me. But, guess what?