You're Just Like Me Mga Nobela at Kwento

Better yet, I need to go clubbing tonight when I get off work and hook up with someone. I clock off, and off I go. It's club "Wave," and as soon as I walk in, they are playing my jam " You Turning Me Up" by Issam Alnajjar, and I am jumping around like I honestly do not care. Because I can't care, I have someone to get out of my system. Then some random makes his move, and he is in front of me. I am wearing a white v-neck t-shirt which is already see-through because I am sweating, and I am wearing tight wrangler jeans and white converse. My hair is in my hair, and I have stubble on my face from lack of shaving. He offers me a bump, and I take two. And now I am on cloud nine.

How I wish I had a child with her. "Hello sir." I looked at the handsome young boy before me , I could have swore I was starting a a younger version of me. Same brown hair and green eyes ,same pointed noise ,he was also biting his lips unconsciously just like I do when am nervous like right now I was doing the same thing. Thanks to my mom who took so many baby pictures of me I can confidently say this boy resembled me. But how is that possible I looked at his appreance slowly trying to comprehend what was going on.

Kimberly felt irritated as he did that, she instantly knew he was the arrogant twin. "Is London any better?" Her subconsciousness jeered at her. Thinking about it, it was partially true, London possessed his own fair share of arrogance but Kim felt like it was nothing compared to that of this strange man. "Are you taking his side? Awn, aren't you sweet? Taking sides with someone who made you strip and walk to your room half naked," her sub consciousness continued taunting her. "Fine, they are both equally arrogant, happy now?" she mentally screamed back at her mind.

After getting up and sitting down again, she was too tired, got up, and decided to walk around the stage while talking and interacting with her audience. "Hello, Miss Adela, I've always admired you for a long time. My past is like a sad song. The one I love doesn't love me, the one who loves me is gone forever because of me. I thought I should die and give this beautiful life to someone else But I didn't and that's why I'm standing here today and talking to you. Most disappointing, she told me: 'Living a life is not easy, fear instills in us low self-esteem, no matter what we do, we will think we are a failure. But fear and boredom. hate yourself, loser, or whatever. It's the self in your mi

I sat there alone in the black dining room with the card on the table and his words sitting in my chest like something heavy. You are more similar to him than you currently know. Similar to a thing with red eyes and fangs and claws. Similar to something four hundred years old. I looked at my hands flat on the table. Ordinary hands. Ordinary skin. Weren't they. The coffee arrived. I didn't touch it.

“Wait for me, I am coming for you. My angel” ************************* Please do like, comment, and share this with your friends. Love you all :)

This kind, quiet man with paint on his sleeves and light in his eyes and nodded. “Me too.”

, I asked. I got on the stool and brought the box down. 1.Dear Val, Just like my morning coffee, You give me a fresh start. Just like a stuck up song, You keep going on in my mind. Just like my canvas, You inspire me to experiment. Just like my crazy will, You excite me to break my shell. Just like another story, To tempt me till the end. You are an adventure, Much to explore and much more to discover... The one which you want to never get over.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Niga byeonhan geonji (niga byeonhan geonji) (Is it you who changed (Is it you who changed)) Animyeon naega byeonhan geonji (animyeon naega byeonhan geonji) (Or is it me (Or is it me)) I sungan heureuneun siganjocha miwo (I hate this moment, this time flowing by) Uriga byeonhan geoji mwo (We are changed you know) Moduga geureon geoji mwo (Just like everyone you know)

Even me. * * *