My patience has outgrown me throughout the years.
Any single act or word can frustrate me to the point where I go crazy …or maybe that’s already happened. Don’t know… Hate that feeling.
That feeling when you wake up from a really captivating dream.
There are many times …at nights mostly… when the window is open and the cool fresh breeze of air blows through my face and hair, and darkness fills the empty room with the only visible light from the moon and stars shine down on me… and I feel as if the sound of the wind is serenading a romantic lullaby,
Kill me. Just let me die. Take me, God. NOW! As you can clearly see, crazy crazy thoughts rampaged through my mind. Here it goes again: that feeling when you're depressed and sad, and nothing can cheer you up, and all you want to do is cry.
I could still hear Eddie's voice screaming out those last words to me, "I'M GOIN TO MARRY YOU THERESE!!!!" I couldn't believe what he said. Did this guy just ask me to marry him? Wait, no. He demanded to marry me. What did those words mean to him?
When I was 17 years old, I decided to become a foreign exchange student for one year, and moved from New York City, to London, England. There, I lived with my good friend Emma and her loving family.