Autobiography
Chapter 17
I just turned seventeen and still worked at McDonald's after school. Being a junior in high school was better than being a freshman and it had its perks. I got to drive everywhere along with CO-OP which meant that I got to leave school after half a day. We had just switched to college block classes, so we only had four classes a day. I wasn't having the time of my life, but things were good.
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Curiosity Unveiled: A Journey into the Essence of Life
Life is a tapestry woven from countless experiences, each thread contributing to the unique pattern of who we become. Reflecting on one's life can be like navigating a labyrinth, full of unexpected twists and turns. In this chapter, I invite you to join me on a journey into the recesses of my memory, a journey centered around a pivotal moment that encapsulates the essence of my life's story. This chapter isn't the climax but rather a turning point, a moment of curiosity that sparked a lifelong quest for knowledge and understanding.
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Blue Hand
One evening in the fall of 2017, I was eating at Applebees with my boyfriend at the time. I looked down at my right hand, and I noticed it was blue. I thought that I had touched something blue. Concerned, I went to the bathroom and washed my hands. The color did not go away. It looked like that part of me was dead, something out of a Frankenstein movie.
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See Saw
I saw everything and yet remained silent. As quiet as one could be in such a scenario. Every thing I said came out in in a muffled scream of agony and misunderstanding. The only way that I had left was to torture myself with the burden of reprieve. To buy my time silently waiting for the other shoe to drop, the page to turn and for me to plot my escape. Trapped in a weird fever dream of mistrust and non-emotion. A disconnected connectedness. Everything was connected and yet completely separate. I spent more days playing pretend than actually living. A casual glance from a stranger that said nothing more than, ‘We’re watching you’. I couldn’t help but feel as if everyone knew something I didn’t. Reading the lips of the patron next me saying “I just passed him.” Any time I got out of line I was punished and tormented with the most grotesque of thoughts. The silence was deafening. A loneliness crept over me and felt cast away from society. I felt disconnected from every person that promised to be there for me and to love me. I looked for the hope on the horizon and found none. Only a silent echo of my future that may never come, the love I may never have, and the life I may never live. Torment, patience, torment. The people watch as I move about throughout this life and never help. They only laugh and ridicule. They add to the unrelenting pains and agony my brain endures at their words, their hands, their lies. I hoped to move beyond it one day. To move through it . That hopeful revelation may appear and I may one day be free. A knowing of a certain truth, of a certain pattern, of a specific understanding that would bring me to clarity. That I may be free from this burdensome load was all I wanted. That I may see the fruits of the labors of my agonies and find peace. Oh not now, and maybe not ever. For those who know, know. For those who don’t, don’t. Would it be better to die a good man? Or to live forever as a monster. A shell of your once true good self. An empty basket to which once housed a soul and now only the hollow shell of a once proud man. A fruitless endeavor it is to hold on to one’s soul in a world with that held so many but not one kept. Sold to the lowest bidder for the highest cost. An influenced influencers dream, my nightmare.
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One-Pot Chicken and Cabbage Soup. Content Warning.
Step-by-step instructions to Shred Cabbage for the Soup With regards to setting up the cabbage for your flavorful one-pot chicken soup, destroying it into fine, uniform pieces is vital. Follow these steps toward accomplishing the ideal cabbage shreds:
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Title: "Shattered Echoes of Donetsk
The city of Donetsk, once a bustling industrial hub, had become a desolate wasteland. Its streets, once teeming with life, now echoed with the haunting sounds of war. Gray smoke billowed from crumbled buildings, and the cries of despair from its remaining inhabitants were lost in the endless cacophony of artillery fire.
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Three delicious and healthy pizza recipes that will make you feel great!. Content Warning.
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The Devil's Game
The usual routine, as soon as my foot crosses the threshold, I run to the safe haven of my bedroom. My mind tries to block out every sound from them. The violent laughter and shouts roam the house so freely. As I hide away I pretend they don't exist, my mind makes up a fake reality one that is easier to live with. Too afraid to accept the truth I hide in a dream world and wait for the silence to ring through.
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Three delicious pasta Bolognese recipes. Content Warning.
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Riotous Ruin
The slam of the steel door shattered the solace of silence. The buzz of the locking mechanism cycling closed left me assured that I was secured in my classroom. The meticulously placed posters on the walls did their best to mask the institutionalized feeling of the cinder blocks, but a prison is still a prison--no matter how well you decorate.
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