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The worst feeling in the worldIs when you know you just shattered someone’s heart because you’re too fucking scared to fall in love…
WhyI look into the mirror and sigh. I lean in and observe my features.
My face is lightly decorated with acne. Thankfully just a little.
My green hazel eyes. Blind as a bat without glasses and one drifts a bit.
My teeth, white, yet small. My smile forceful and no meaning.
I sigh and look away. I hate my face.
I hate how I look
I'm not ugly
I'm not beautiful
I'm not chubby nor too skinny
I have no severe mental issues besides phobias and anxiety.
I have a very good life.
But why do I hate myself?
Why do I beat myself down?
Why don't I feel worthy?
I feel useless
Why can't I feel happy???
I want to
I try to
But I can't
I should be happy
I SHOULD be happy
I shouldn't be depressed
a lot of people have it worse
why why why
Best night everI woke up to the loud sound of my brother. His heels banging against the wooden floor woke me up every weekend. Groaning,I slid out of bed and took out my retainer,placing it in the it's pink case. As I descended down the white carpeted staircase I was greeted by my dog. I smiled and scratched her head before feeding her. Sitting down,I watched whatever my sister was listening to on the computer. I soon got tired of it and ate a late breakfast. Afterwards I invited my sister to watch the new Paranormal Activity movie. Two hours flew by and my heart skipped a beat when it was time to go. My mom,Lindsay and I climbed into our friend,Johnathan's car and we were on our way to the concert.
40 minutes passed and we entered the bustling city of Baltimore. We found parking and walked about two blocks to the venue. Inside,we got our tickets and went to Subway for dinner. I got a tuna sub with onions and a side of BBQ chips.Yum.
We waved our parents good by as we re-entered the venue and sat dow
In the Rain -Jahvie-I frowned as I watched Jayy from out the window of our tour bus. 'Why the fuck is he standing out the pouring rain?' I thought to myself. Jayy had been acting...off for the past few days. He just wasn't his normal self. Worried,I went outside to investigate.
I approached him and lightly tapped his shoulder. Jayy spun around,but relaxed when he saw me.
"Oh,it's just you." His voice was distant.
"What the fuck has been wrong with you?" I demanded and stood on the tips of my toes to try to be eye level with me. "You're really worrying me!"
Jayy turned away slightly,not wanting to meet my gaze. "I...it's just..." He voice cracked as he attempted to speak. "I love you okay! I always have!" His voice then grew quiet. "But I know you'll never love me back..."
I frowned and hugged him tightly. Jayy was taken aback by the sudden embrace,but hugged back tightly. I looked up at him and felt a small smile marry my lips.
"Jayy,you mean the whole world to me! Just because I'm straight doesn't mean I
I smile as my heart beats faster due to excitement. My dad drives up your street and pulls into your driveway. I open the car door and shudder as a strong gust of wind greets me. I scamper up to your front door and ring the door bell. I hear your dog bark and rush up to the door. A small figure moves the canine and opens the door.
"Hello?" She asks in a innocent tone.
"Hi! I'm here to kidnap your sister," I reply with a smile.
"Cameron?" She asks.
I nod. In the background I see you race down the staircase. You sit on the bottom step to get your shoes on. I wait quietly and your dad tells you to call later.
As we get to the party,we get out of the car and walk up to the door. The host,Sabrina was waiting for us and we head into the basement.
After I play a few rounds of ping pong with the other guests,you say you want to play air hockey. I agree and thus we begin the ruthless game. The prize? A week of bragging rights.
"Oh it's on!" I growl playfully.
In the end,you won by t
Enter part oneI climed up the dull,musty smelling ladder. With one hand I pushed open the attic-like door with surprising ease. I crawled inside and looked around to survey my surroundings. The room was a deep grey in color. The wood floor matched the color of the walls and a small stream of light seemed to be produced from an unknown source.
"I see you found the letter" A male voice came from the shadows. I spun around to face whoever was there.
"Who are you?" I asked.
A male,around 18 appeared. He had neat deep red,almost black hair. His hair was combed to the left side of his face. His eyes were a brilliant gold which greatly contrasted with his hair. His attire was a green hoodie with black stripes,as well as faded blue jeans with a few rips and tears.
"I'm Eli," He nodded his head. "And I'm your older brother."
My eyes widened. Brother? No way this guy was my brother!
"Really,then what's my name?" I questioned.
"Your name is Claire Hellhound,you are 14,almost 15 years of age and you attend Scot
Harvest HomesShe says, you can tell America from the rest of the world by the color of the wallpaper, or lack thereof. That Southern hospitality is refreshing after so many years in London. The stuffed animal that sits on her table is named Dog, and if you ask her why, she'll ask you if you're blind. It is a dog after all.
When the aide handed her a night gown she wanted to know if it was for sale. When he told her it was a gift, she couldn't accept it, but if he wanted to lend it to her that would be lovely. The aide was actually a woman and when we told her so she replied, “Well, she was a man when he gave it to me”. We all laughed and she said, “Oh lovely then” and laughed with us while clapping her hands.
Needless to say, I liked her almost immediately; so lively and spirited, and what a sense of humor. I can't tell you how old she is, any age beyond eighty will do. I can't tell you how crazy she is, but I imagine only a little, perhaps a touch of Alzheimer's or Dementia
Lexi's Tied Up Tickle Torture*rrrrrrrrr*
Lexi sighed. Despite finals being only a week away, she was unable to focus the least bit on the textbook sitting in front of her; she hadn’t eaten any breakfast that morning and her belly had been growling hungrily ever since she arrived at the library, growing steadily louder as it got even closer to lunchtime. She stretched, reaching her arms high above her head. The motion pulled the hem of her long-sleeve navy blue shirt up past her belly button, and she rubbed her bare belly.
Her friend Shane, sitting next to her at the library table, looked up. Lexi smiled at him, slightly embarrassed. “Sorry!” She whispered. “I’m just so -” her belly let out a loud growl that lasted a good four or five seconds before trailing off into a soft gurgle. She blushed.
Shane smirked. “Hungry?” he guessed. He reached over and patted her belly, causing Lexi to laugh.
Milk BarThis 4th Street studio was always dark and surprisingly filthier than the sidewalk that framed it;
a stage too small for mimes and ballerina types.
We figured that out in the eighties, but these dancers here tonight weren't even born yet,
nor was their producer.
So there they were, thumping around on the balls of their feet, freezing to death without a lunch break,
like the slavish, big-boned bison they'd grow up to be.
Us, a handful of has-beens in the audience - essentially the only benefactors left
and as we looked on, the reasons why were becoming unclear.
For twenty bucks a show, three nights in a row,
we applauded their resilience marked by starched tutus, sooty tootsies and sternum tissue-issues in uneven bunches...
such muchness on training-wheeled unicycles.
None of us missed that 4th Street bullshit
but we did miss being that adorably forgivable in the midst of molding our future selves
from the feathered depths of an indoor landfill.
The show was over
Innocent Victim Chapter 8"H.M.H.S. BRITANNIC!!!!!" growled an angry HMS Ajax. "Sorry!" Britannic pulled up next to him. "It's bad enough that we're breaking rules by sneaking out of the harbor but if we're caught the blame goes to you. No more fooling around, we get there, you two talk, and it's back to South Hampton. Got it?" the battleship groaned. Britannic nodded. "Sorry." As the two sailed onward, they hid from HMS Queen Elizabeth and HMS King George V, who were returning from an operation off the coast of France. As the battleships passed, Ajax couldn't help but admire his older brother. He wish he had a mate as beautiful as Queen Elizabeth. He pushed it away and he and Britannic kept sailing onward until they reached France.
Britannic looked among the sleeping ships and found the one he was looking for. "Olympic!" he whispered. She stirred but did not wake. He then snickered and thought of something. He gently pushed her out to sea, away from earshot, and yelled "AIR RAID!" Even Ajax rolled over, laughi
Tickling My Best Friend's Mom's FeetHere is another memorable time involving my best friend's Mom twice at different times.
We were in our early twenties, Rick and me, and we were always going over each other's houses. Now Rick's Mom, I'll call her Mrs P., and I were very close and I never thougth about tickling her at all. Lord only knows she was very attractive. She was short, about 5'4", short blonde hair, average weight, in her mid 40's and always wore long pants and dark blue socks with white tennis shoes. I would look because of my fetish but at that time that was as far as it went. Most of the time she would sit curled up in the corner of the couch reading her mystery novels.
The one time I wish I could have was when she came back from Wedding and she was weaing dress slacks and I happened to look down and saw she was wearing sheer, tan stockings and I could see she had small feet and painted her toenails. They were a very pretty pink and in the hose and sandles they looked fantastic and I do have to admitt that w
Things You Shouldn't Do At WorkBeep. Beep. Beep.
The checkout girl scanned the bar codes of the few items the shopper had, a plastic smile on her face. "That'll be-" The facade fell when she heard the singing.
"So let me show you around, maybe play you a sound
You look like you're both pretty groovy
Or if you want something visual that's not too abysmal
We could take in an old Steve Reeves movie."
"Oh God, no."
"I'm glad we caught you at home, could we use your phone?
We're both in a bit of a hurry.
We'll just say where we are, then go back to the car
We don't want to be any worry."
"Don't do it, Lila."
"So you got caught with a flat, well, how about that?
Well babies, don't you panic.
By the light of the night when it all seems alright
I'll get you a satanic mechanic."
"This is your last chance."
But she didn't listen, and the next line came out in a scream as loud as Lila could throw her words.
"I'M JUST A SWEET TRANSVESTITE FROM TRANSSEXUAL, TRANSYLVANIA."
Chloe slapped her hand over her eyes and excused herself
Female Co-Worker's Feet X3(Foot Related Fun Part2)I have this part time, working weekends, in a store and I mostly am in the concrete and lumber dept. I am suppose to assist where ever needed and believe me the cashiers do take advantage of this.
They page me constantly to get will-call, internet and shipped orders for customers ranging from appliances, counter tops, kitchen items and to load them for customers and such and this is in between trying to assist customers on concrete and asphalt construction.
Anyways, being the Holiday season, things are frantic there and yesterday afternoon was no exception. This one cashier/customer service Lady, Carol, always pages me for questions and assistance and she always flirts with me, joking of course.
Carol is in her late 50's, pretty, shorter hair, wears dressy tops and jeans and white tennis shoes.
So I get there and she asked if I could assist a customer on a repair issue and then she told me how her shoulders and neck were hurting from being on the phone and as I was walking away I took
Wife's Resting Feet (The Story)I went and di my shopping for her and my Sons. Now being unemployed for two years and FINALLY getting a part-time job on the weekends I tried to make it as enjoyable for them after bills and such were paid.
So I came Home and I liked what I got them so as I snuck the gifts to the basement I came up, got a cup of coffee and my Wife said she was going to her work to have a meeting with her Supervisor, finish up some Nursing work then go to the grocery store and come Home.
So while she was gone I straightened up the House, played catch and fetch with the Puppy and did a load of laundry, yea I know boring so let's get the good schtuff.
I went into the bathroom to wash my hands and on the sink counter I saw a small, white, facial, rotating brush that I bought her for her Birthday. I turned it on and the rotation was very slow and the bristles were extraordinarily soft. I ran it on my wrist and it gave a unique but effective tickling effect. So I got this idea," use it on her feet instead
RunningFeet pounded the pavement. The noise of people gulping in air for their aching lungs filled the air. Sweat trickled down my face as I stared ahead. Other people,male,and female were also running. Most of the girls were shirtless,sports bra's showing and were many different neon or tie-dye colors. Most of the boys were shirtless and their chests and back glistened with beads of sweat.
The sun beated down on our tired figures. I tried to keep my mind off the pain that was creeping up my legs. Suddenly,a loud shout interupted my thoughts.
"Last one! Push it!" Yelled one of my coaches.
I pulled together all my remaining strength amd bolted down the track,racing past many people and I zoomed across the 200 meter mark. Damn. Twelve 200 meters can really take alot out of you,especially after Tempo.
I jog over to my water bottle and take a few gulps. The icy chill ran down my throat and I sighed in content.
I then picked up my belongings,stretched,then went home. I sat down on my b
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