What would you do if what you dreaded most became your unyielding coveted desire?
We kiss and all I can think about is him taking me right here right now! It's like he was reading my mind. He grabs my ass with both hands before he grabs the top of m...
Love is dreadful. Love is hopeless. Love is ... murder.
Love only results in excruciating pain and disheartening despondency.
Love stripped her from my life. Love deprived me of my childhood.
Gazing at my mothers photograph, these words permeate my mind. How this attachment to another destroyed the very being I crave to partake in life's experiences, and because of it, she was unable to attend my high school graduation and nonexistent now.
No speeches of thrilled excitement on my accomplishments ... what life might entail ... explanations on preparations for upcoming interviews or bestowing relationship advice when unsolicited. Just a vast emptiness where the thumping organ below my ribcage used to reside.
I will NEVER allow my heart to feel affection for another, it's futile. It will only result in my inevitable agony and the atrocious eradication of my very existence.
I refuse to end up like you.
Love will be the literal annihilation of me.
I liberate a lung filled sigh with a heavy heart, stifled waterlogged eyes, clearing the mass wedge in my throat, carefully stowing her picture in the sleeve of my wallet, straightening my cap, smoothing my gown, preparing for another Pomp and Circumstance deprived of her.
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Finally done with college, graduated a week ago and ready to take on the world. Feeling a little deflated, but just a little, three interviews down but no one desires to hire a newbie fresh out of college.
Experience... experience is all they crave but how do I acquire experience if employers refuse to hire those who lack it. This system is wreaked, I haven't the slightest idea how to become more marketable as an inexperienced, educated graduate in the business finance world.
Conceding is not an option, I worked too hard to acquire my degree to give up now. The headaches, the sleepless night, grueling papers, mid-terms, finals... oh no world, I'm a force to be reckoned with and you will feel my wrath. I refuse to abandon my future.
Adorning my best interview outfit, a black pencil skirt with mermaid ruffles cascade down the back with the matching mermaid jacket along with my angel sleeve white shirt which has an outline of beige to match my beige shoes and black purse to retain my resume and cover letter.
The drive to the interview is fairly short, thirty minutes in traffic. I'm ecstatic I've arrived early, it gives me leeway to flush out the flutters in my stomach.
Thankfully, the building where my interview will be held has a parking garage which saves me time on the impossible search for parking in Manhattan. My interview will be held at Cross Enterprises, the worlds best company for businesses in trouble. A place I would actually feel proud to be a part of.
