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She watched the kid in her study group closely. It was obvious that he was very smart, but he was also very introverted. Someone would joke and they MAY get a smile out of him. His answer to everything was, "That's chill..." in a monotonous voice. She tried a few different ways to interact with him, just because she was bored. First she asked him very literal questions, assuming this would work out best. No dice. He would just answer in a very cut and dry fashion, skipping steps to end the conversation faster. She tried being talkative. That was even worse, as expected. He looked at her like she had two heads, dreading the next word she'd spe

I guess you could say she was still soul searching I think that's how you'd describe it Life was good But not good enough It was never enough The thrill of searching for something new That's what kept her happy But once new became old She became despondent New things New people New locations New change Eventually they all became old She worries she'll always be unhappy And almost in defiance She starts searching She'll never stop searching...

Needless nonsense That is worry Strives to steal my day When will time trip And let me catch up? It's a stupid speculation Sure But mindless mayhem Works that way Homesickness is heartwrenching And my mind wanders... I think I've thought this through I do I'm going to work my way back to you

It's funny I blamed you for keeping me awake For making me overtired But now that you're working overnights I'm restless and can't sleep I stay awake anyway It was never your fault It's crazy I blamed you for keeping me stagnant For making me feel held back But now that I've had time to think I've had a lot of time to contemplate I've had time to self reflect It was never your fault It's a shame I blamed you for doing these things For making me feel terrible But now I know it was never you It was always me And only me It was never your fault

Whether you are pro choice or pro life What happens after you "win" your fight? I was thinking about this and asked my activist friends What next? For pro choice people Say the government decides abortions can happen That there are no boundaries What next? Will science try and see how safe they can make the abortions? Will laws change to add rights for the fathers? For the pro life people Say the government decides abortions will never happen again That there will be no more killing What next? Will the government pay for people who are now forced to have children against their will? Will fundraisers be held for the construction

I wonder what it feels like To wait until she's fast asleep To message me your bad intentions I wonder what it feels like To get that rush To get away with something I wonder what it feels like To log off your computer To go back to bed with your wife I wonder what it feels like To log back onto your computer the next day To the other woman telling you you're a creep I wonder what it feels like To lie and say it was all a miscommunication To ruin your marriage of however many years I wonder what it feels like To self reflect To realize you're a piece of shit I wonder what it feels like To regret To wonder what could have

We met for lunch to catch up. We hadn't seen each other for years and told each other all the crazy stories best friends could think of. Things were changing for the two of us. One, had a hard time with school but a fufilling relationship. The other, gruaduated school and had a great career but lost her significant other of 5 years. It was almost as if we both wished we could melt together and make our lives complete. Being complete is overrated anyway. Where's the fun in that right? We joked with each other in this way to avoid thinking about things too much. Neither one of us wanted to take things too seriously. As her boyfriend met up wi

Faker Liar False hope bringer No one wants to hear you speak Convincing Deceiving And often misleading You ruin it with the lies you leak Crazy Hazy Don't even tell me You don't understand why they call you, "freak" The day we die Will be the day you find How "gifted" you really were And on that day I laugh as I pray That your real emotions are finally stirred

I am not sure what to think You say my advice is wrong You tell me: How I'm supposed to feel How I'm supposed to react How I'm supposed to process Am I ignorant to your problems? Or are you just not interested in solutions? I know I'm not sorry I don't fit into your world The world of the defeatist Where everything is exaggerated Nothing can be solved And everything sucks Yes I'm ok if I don't feel the way you'd feel I'm ok if I don't react the way you'd react I'm ok if I don't process the way you'd process Because in my world Everything is realistic Everything can be solved And everything is manageable Stop wasting time

I just wanted to say thank you. Thank you for not breaking through your entire turn. Thank you for using your turning signals. Thank you for going the appropriate speed. Thank you for breaking when there's a reason to. Thank you for not cutting me off, especially when you are going slower than I am. Thank you for knowing where you are going. Thank you for listening to red lights. Thank you for understanding how a four way stop sign works. Thank you for apologizing when it's your fault you messed up. Thank you for knowing how to merge. Thank you for owning a car you can handle. Thank you for being able to park in one turn. Thank y