New Year's resolution
A New Year's resolution is a tradition, most common in the Western World but also found in the Eastern World, in which a person resolves to continue good practices, change an undesired trait or behavior, accomplish a personal goal, or otherwise improve their behaviour.
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1 / 01 / 2022
5 : 45 am
I close my eyes embracing the winds of change as they blow through my hair and caress my face. I feel a bright smile appear upon my face – this could be because I am going home , or because my new has started off on a good note. I feel as if there is some thing in me just bursting to come out – call it a new found strength , or new excitement for new beginnings.
I know that this past year I have been nothing but a mess – from havi
Do you know what it feels like?....I suppose some of you would know but the rest of you…I doubt it! Do not get me wrong , this story is not like your ordinary love story – it is not a romance novel to begin with…But I guess every sad story begins with a heartache. Every broken heart was caused by some type of action that shattered it into a million pieces – every person has a reason as to why they act the way they do.Have you ever?....Have you ever looked around and be constantly reminded of that someone? Looked back and feel your heart shatter , over and over again when you see that person in your memory – someone you have now lost? Have you ever cried knowing that that person will never come back – no matter how much you try? Ever sat up at night , praying to the Lord above for some kind of guidance to get them back – but even that too does not help?You see….I lost someone too , someone I di
I throw my head back , my short black hair whips through the air – not as elegant as the models do on television , but just sexy enough to make bite his lip and groan at the sight. I lean back into soft fabric , my back arching. The back seat of his white Toyota Tazz , a place I have become very familiar with over the last 3 weeks – is scattered with clothes , shoes and , of course – cum.My head falls back and are comforted with the cotton fabric that covers his seats. I swear I hear a car go by but I cannot be to sure as I am trying to catch my breath. I suck in air , trying to make up for all the air that I had missed out on. My breathing is hoarse but nevertheless , it seems to be going back to normal. I am so concentrated on getting my breathing in order that I do not realize that my eyes are leaking due to having a bad gag reflex and my mouth…is a mess. Spit and the mixture of his cum slowly drips and drags down the side of m
12:00pmI found a guy, told me I was a starHe held the door, held my hand in the darkAnd he's perfect on paper, but he's lying to my faceDoes he think that I'm the kind of girl who needs to be saved?I sit in class , I had come an hour before my first lecture begins. Luckily , I had carried my headphones. Lauren Spencer’s voice helps me escape from my troubled state. While listening to her lyrics , I think back about the mornings events. My heart still swells with pain at the thought of it.I close my eyes and let my head fall back , I reflect about everything we had been through. My mind takes me to the very beginning of our meeting. I remember the first time I had ever laid eyes on him.In 2020 , after the world had come out of lockdown – I planned to run after my goal of becoming a female bodybuilder. Within a day , I was registered and a member of the nearest gym. At first , trainin
It’s been exactly one week since I have last saw him. It has been one whole long week since I had the pleasure to lay my eyes on his perfect form and being ; one whole entire week of nothing but misery….and discovery.The tiny crystal drops gently fall onto my head , sinking down below finding my scalp. I feel as it tinkles down my scalp , leaving a trail of cold kisses – making me shiver from it gentle yet affective feel. Raising my face to the high heavens , I feel the rain showering my face. This feels good….My heart begins to grow heavier and heavier as each tiny drop covers my once dry self. Though a smile has appeared onto my lips , my heart bleeds. I smile at the fact that though I am bleeding on the inside , the weather takes my side by resembling my bleeding heart and soul and showers me.Why am I standing in the rain , when I could easily wait inside the gym?Well….I am waiting for someone
“Come on , just 3 more” I push myself towards finishing my set. It is a beautiful sunny Monday morning , the perfect time to get my workout done and over with for the day. My legs have been asleep for the first two exercises I have done , but I am quite certain that leg curls have definitely woken them.After what seems like eternity, I finally finish my set of 8 reps. With legs that shake like jello , I shakily get off the sleeping leg curl machine. I feel the pastel coloured long sleeve crop top stick to my body as the sweat is absorbed by the fabric – I relish in it , it motivates me to push harder and stronger.I sit on the leg curl machine , waiting for my legs to stop shivering in pain. My fingers find their way to my bottled water without hesitation , my body’s need to be hydrated is so big that it searches for water without thinking. Unclasping the lid , I chug down it’s contents.I feel so refreshed , a bit more cooled down
Addiction /əˈdɪkʃ(ə)n/The fact or condition of being addicted to a particular substance or activity.___________________________________________________________________________9 / 7 / 2021Addiction….We all have some type of addiction in this world ; from drugs to harmless addictions to bowl of noodles , nevertheless they are addictions. Some are much more serve than others , and… the wonderful thing is that it is visible to any passerby. I say it is wonderful because the person gains support – an alcoholic will gain support from passerby or family members while be vomits up his breakfast. They support them , they identify the person’s addiction and pushes them to get treatment.But….What about women who has an addiction to men please , who are addicted to being used , who are addicted to be treated le
AthazagoraphobiaIs a fear of forgetting someone or something, as well as a fear of being forgotten.___________________________________________________________________________10 / 7 / 2021Being chosen…that’s something we all want to feel. When chosen , an intense feeling washes over your body – a mixture of love , happiness , joy and security or safety. I guess that’s why we all want it so bad , not for the love or the happiness but for the security that comes with it. To know that someone is there for you and only you – someone who choses you no matter what or who comes between you two. It’s that bliss you feel knowing that you are accepted and deeply wanted , to an extend that that someone chooses and continually chooses you.Is it wrong to want that? Is it selfish to want someone all to yourself – their attention , their focus ,
Rock-bottom/rɒkˈbɒtəm/at the lowest possible level.___________________________________________________________________________11 / 7 / 2021Rock bottom…A place everyone is bond to end up at , at least once in their life. It is a cold dark place where everything is black and white , time feels like it is stopped . Your body feels like it’s paralyzed , no matter how hard to try to pry yourself from under the sheets it feels like you glued to the bed. No matter how hard to try to keep a positive mindset , that one fucking dark cloud hovers over your head – constantly allowing you to feel it’s down pour as it constantly rains negativity , pain and tough times on you. Some days you are willing to fight back , you wake up feeling like you have it al