in a slant like it always does when i'm displeased. Her E-mail was just like the last one, Stiff and formal as if she were talking to a complete stranger. 'If things continue this way, you are destined to fail.' an inner voice from the back of my mind thought kindly to remind me. I smash my face against the keys in frustration.i stayed there listening to my heartbeat, feeling the keys biting into my skin, until i was calmer."Remember Ray when you took this on you knew it wasn't going to be easy, Give her some time." i reminded myself so softly it was almost inaudible.i tore my face away from the keyboard and willed myself to reply to her e-mail.
FROM: RC_WRITER TO: FRAN_UN-SEEN (SUN. SEPT , 2010 5:50PM)
Dear Francine,
I assure you no one lacks the heart to empathize with Shakespeare's trials and triumphs in love, this poet is for everyone to enjoy. You my dear simply need a helping hand, which i gladly extend towards you. All you need to do is simply state which sonnet you wish us to take a closer look at first.
-Ray
Sunday night, that night, tonight, was not my night. The deafining argument i just had with my grandmother was still banging between my temples. The rythmic pulsing of my headache drowned out all other thoughts that i was suppose to be thinking. Thinking of the piles of assignments i had due next week, none nearly finished only magnified my headache. instead of getting up and finishing one of my papers through the pain, or even going downstairs to find tynol to relieve the drumming in my head, i lay there on the bed listening to the rhythmic pounding exploding from my temples. I decided to wait here, to wait for my mind to finally have enough, and black out into the darkness of escape.
Monday came and left, i barely noticed. It felt like i was on auto pilot, my body was ghosting through my classes while i had an outer body experience.I don't really know where i was, just that i didn't want to be where my body was anymore. I wanted to be somewhere else. I left my work and everything else I usually slaved over alone. My brain took a mental holiday. I came home after my classes were over and went straight to bed, missing dinner for the second night in a row.
FROM: RC_WRITER TO: FRAN_UN-SEEN (SUN. SEPT , 2010 5:50PM)
Dear Francine,
I assure you no one lacks the heart to empathize with Shakespeare's trials and triumphs in love, this poet is for everyone to enjoy. You my dear simply need a helping hand, which i gladly extend towards you. All you need to do is simply state which sonnet you wish us to take a closer look at first.
-Ray
Sunday night, that night, tonight, was not my night. The deafining argument i just had with my grandmother was still banging between my temples. The rythmic pulsing of my headache drowned out all other thoughts that i was suppose to be thinking. Thinking of the piles of assignments i had due next week, none nearly finished only magnified my headache. instead of getting up and finishing one of my papers through the pain, or even going downstairs to find tynol to relieve the drumming in my head, i lay there on the bed listening to the rhythmic pounding exploding from my temples. I decided to wait here, to wait for my mind to finally have enough, and black out into the darkness of escape.
Monday came and left, i barely noticed. It felt like i was on auto pilot, my body was ghosting through my classes while i had an outer body experience.I don't really know where i was, just that i didn't want to be where my body was anymore. I wanted to be somewhere else. I left my work and everything else I usually slaved over alone. My brain took a mental holiday. I came home after my classes were over and went straight to bed, missing dinner for the second night in a row.
