I am outside my grandparents house, the winter wind is icey as it blows amber and yellow color leaves off the ground and into the sky. As my gaze follows these leave I catch sight of the gurney in the driveway; I know who lies on it and I know what has happened. Opa had gone peacefully in his sleep just hours after I had said my last good-bye, and now the glowing Christmas lights and fluttering amber leaves set the scene for his departure. I am at peace with what is taking place, I stare at…

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The fight is over. It has been for a week, yet, you feel the need to continue to chastise the person over and over again but only the same things are being said; no new material. When will you stop beating the dead horse? All you are doing is breaking the bones of the lifeless thing. Stop it! If this obsession does not stop we will have another fight on our hands and someone else will be holding the club.

I am so mad, mainly I am  mad at myself for letting him get away with being such a tool. Obviously, he hadn't ever dated a girl with class because it seemed he had grown accustomed to not giving his girlfriend a hug when she walked in the door and thought it okay to start up a stupid video game; I feel it is imprtant to mention that we had not seen eachother in years and I agreed to give him a second chance and this was the only time he would get to see me before I returned to college… Continue

All it took was kicking. Kicking my way out of the oppressing waters of a bad friendship that was filling my lungs. Now that I am relaxing on the beautiful cruise ship of life, I see how far behind they are left in the wake. I had not realized I was drowning until I untied myself from the anchor and was helped onto the ship. Up here the sky is blue, the air is warm, and the people are friendly. Here is where I am going to stay.