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The words spill across the paper seamlessly, like they were meant to be there. The scratch of his pen floods the air, mixing with the scritch-scratch of his fellow students. - and though sadness has overtaken me, there are too few friends left to tell this to. I have waited for my love, and waited, and waited, only for him to turn me away. The pain that I feel, it cannot be compared to anything else in the world. It clings to me. Strong, just like love. But what do I truly know about love? All of my life, I have given my heart freely and yet never had my affections returned. No respect is given. No care. No understanding. Where am I in this life? Where am I supposed to be? Two questions that seem to have no answer. I’ve tried to make things better, but it has never worked. I long for it with every fiber of my being, And yet… I know it can never truly happen. Just as Sean writes down the last word, Mrs. Ortally stands up, clapping her hands together a few times. Her white hair bounc...

I'm in the Sears customer services department. I've been here for six years, and it's just not enough coffee for me to be able to get through all of these people coming in and demanding things. Most of them don't even know what they want but still think that we should guess it or something. The majority of them are rude and condescending when we ask questions about which product best suits their needs. I take a break from work, go outside, and see so many people on their phones scrolling away without a care in the world. They're glued to this screen thinking life is perfect because someone shared some event happening somewhere so they can feel like they're there with their friends experiencing everything first hand. 

I stared at my reflection in the mirror. A week since graduation, and still, it felt weird. An image of myself, almost frozen in time, because so much had changed, and yet there I still was. Same face, same pajama bottoms. It had felt, for so long, that the day would never come. That high school would keep its grip on me forever, but then one day I’d walked across a stage, and then just like that, it was over. And all I had to show for it was a rolled-up piece of paper. Reaching for my toothbrush, it hit me, suddenly, just how much had changed over the last few years. Sure, this was when kids developed the most of their personalities, and I knew that if I ran into my younger self it’d be like talking to a completely different person, but it was still odd to reflect over all of it. All the little things that had come and gone, and left their marks on my life in little chalk marks and pencil shavings. Last year, after five years of struggling against it, my mother had succumbed to her br...