In my English class, I was assigned to write an essay on a place I felt two ways about. Of course, I picked Portland. Obviously, I would have to write a book to really describe this place, but this is the best I could do with six pages. So here it is!
“Where are you from?” the stranger asks…
Good friends, good books and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life.
it hurts. like at this very moment, my heart is actually aching. i’m basically writing this just to remember that when the day comes around when i’m happy and whole, i’ll remember this feeling and say no. i constantly go back and forth between the happiness it brings me and whether that is worth the pain i experience when i’m left alone. is it? somebody please tell me, answer me this question. is the happiness worth the heartbreak? how many years is too long?