 through the streets heading in the general direction of my apartment. I felt more alone than ever. Before I'd gotten too far the wind began to blow. It seemed to blow right through me as if I wasn't there.

I cried myself to sleep that night, but quietly so as I could so that I wouldn't wake up Jackie. In the morning, my head hurt. Lying in bed for a time, I tried to find the will to get up. The light of the sun shone in the window and landed on my face. Blinking, I realized that I had overslept. I was late to work. I jumped up, wincing at the pain in my head, dressed, and ran out the door. My daily tasks were the only things I could still do. Those tasks were all that I had managed to keep in this shattered life of mine. Now in my despair, I had ruined even that.

I sighed, half running to work through the ice and snow. Despair was a useless emotion. I seemed to get nowhere dwelling on my pain. Life just kept getting worse and worse. I was done with it; done with the sideways looks from my roommates, done with the whispered conversations that stopped when I entered the room, done with being useless, just done with all the pain.

Okay, so I wasn't going to get everything I wanted. It was time to focus on what I did have or I would lose everything. It was time to go on. I pushed all the hurt feelings down deep where I could keep them in check. Today, I would move on with whatever part of my life was left.

Work and school would be my focus now. That is how I would go on. It is all I had. Busying myself to get all the things at work done despite my hour late start, I had a few moments peace in my head. I was always a good worker and now I would be even better. School could use a lot more attention too. If I just crowded the pain out, maybe I would find the joy of school again. I was going to delete solitaire from my computer and never hide again. No more mindless distractions for me. I was simply going to change focus. We were part way through the winter semester and I was halfheartedly working on my class assignments. It wouldn't be hard at all to do better.

Plans were fine, but actions were another story. I
through the streets heading in the general direction of my apartment. I feel more alone than always. Before I'd gotten too far the fart begin to blow. It seemed to fellate correctly through me as if I wasn't there. 

 I cried myself to sleep that nox, but softly so as I could so that I wouldn't wake up Jackie. In the dawn, my head hurt. lie down in bed for a time, I tried to find the will to catch up. The light of the sun shine in the window and landed on my face. Blinking, I recognize that I had overslept. I was late to work. I jumped up, wincing at the annoyance in my head, dressed, and ran out the door. My daily tasks were the lone things I could still do. Those tasks were all that I had managed to keep in this shattered life of mine. Now in my despair, I had ruined even that. 

 I sigh, half running to knead through the internal-combustion engine and snow. Despair was a useless emotion. I seemed to get nowhere dwell on my annoyance. Life just kept catch worse and worse. I was done with it; done with the sideways looks from my roommates, done with the whispered conversations that stopped when I entered the room, done with being useless, barely done with all the annoyance. 

 Okay, therefore I wasn't going to get everything I wanted. It was time to concentrate on what I did have or I would lose everything. It was time to go on. I advertise all the hurt impression down deep where I could keep them in check mark. Today, I would move on with whatever character of my life was entrust. 

 Work and school would be my stress now. That is how I would go on. It is all I had. Busying myself to induce all the things at work done despite my hour late start, I have a few moments peace in my question. I was always a good worker and now I would be even better. School could practice a lot more attention excessively. If I just crowded the pain out, maybe I would find the joy of school again. I was going to delete solitaire from my calculator and never hide again. No more mindless distractions for me. I was simply going to change focus. We were part direction through the winter semester and I was halfheartedly work on my class assignments. It wouldn't be unvoiced at all to do well. 

 Plans were fine, but actions were another report. I
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I cried mfself to sleep tfac night, but quietly so as I could so that I wluldn't wake up Jaclye. Ih the morning, my head hurt. Lying ih bed fmr a time, I ttied to find the will to gft uo. The light of the sun shone un trw window and landed on my face. Blihking, I realized that I had ovefslepc. I was latg fo fork. I jumpxd up, rincing at tmv pain hn my hrad, dressed, anc ren oyt the door. My daily vasks were the only jhings I cmumd still do. Those tqsks fere all rhag I hed janagef tk keep in fhis shatteeed life of mine. Noe yb my despair, J had wuyned even that.

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Plans were fine, but actions were another srory. I
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 through the streets heading iN the generaL direCtiOn oF mY apaRtmeNt. I felt more aloNE thaN ever. Before I'd gotten too Far thE wINd beGAn To bloW. It seemED tO BLow RiGhT thRoUGh Me as iF I wAsn't theRe.

I cried mySelF tO sleep that niGHt, But quietly So aS I could so thaT I wOuldn't WaKe uP jackiE. In The moRning, mY Head huRt. Lying in BeD For a tiME, I tried TO FiNd thE will to get up. The liGHt OF the sun shone in The winDoW AnD LAndEd oN my face. BliNkIng, I rEAlized tHAt i HAD ovERslept. I was latE to work. I jumPEd uP, winciNg At tHE pain iN my heAd, DResSed, and ran ouT the Door. My daiLy taskS Were the ONly thinGs I couLd sTilL do. THOsE tAskS wERe aLL tHat i Had Managed tO kEeP in thIs shATTERed lIfe Of miNe. Now In my despair, I hAd rUineD EveN that.

i sighEd, haLf RunniNg to woRk thrOuGh the ice and snow. despAir was a usEleSs EmoTiOn. I seEMed to gEt nOwhEre dwelLing on mY PaiN. LIFE JuSt kept getting worse AnD WOrSe. I was doNe with IT; dOnE With the sIdEwaYs loOKS from My roOMmAtes, done With thE WhIsPered coNvErsatiOnS thAt sToppeD When i enterEd the rooM, done WIth being uselesS, Just done with aLL tHE PaIN.

OkaY, so i wasn't going To geT EverYthiNG I WanTEd. It wAs timE tO FoCUs on what I did have or I WoUld losE everYthing. It was tiMe to go on. I pUSHEd all the Hurt FEeLIngs down deep whEre I cOuld keep thEM in check. today, i would moVe on with wHATever parT of My lIfe Was LEFt.

work and school WOUld bE mY focus nOw. THat is hoW I wOulD go On. IT iS all I had. BUsying mySeLf To GeT alL the tHIngs at woRk DonE dEspIte my HOur latE starT, I haD a FeW MomEnts peaCE iN MY heaD. I WaS alwAys A gOod woRker ANd nOw I woulD be even beTteR. schoOl CoUld use a Lot more attentIoN too. If I jusT cRowDed the PAIn out, mayBe I would find the joy of schOOl again. i waS goinG to dElete soliTaiRe from My cOMputer And nevEr hidE aGaiN. nO more MINdLesS dIstractionS FOr mE. I was SiMply Going to Change focus. We were pARt wAy through the wIntEr seMEStEr aND I WAs hAlFHeaRTEdly working on my Class assigNmENtS. It wouldn't BE haRd At all to Do betteR.

PlanS Were finE, but actioNs were anoThEr stORY. I
 through the streets headi ng in thegener aldir ec tion  ofmy apartment.I  fel t more alone than ever . Bef or e  I'd go ttentoo far th e win dbe gan  t o  b low.Itseemedto blow ri ght  t hrough me as if  I wasn'tthe re.

I cried  my self t osle e p tha t n ight,  but q u ietlyso as I c ou l d so t h at I wo u l dn 't w ake up Jackie. In th e  morning, my h ead hu rt .  L y i nginbed for ati me, I tried t o  f i n d  th e  will to getup. The lig h t o f thesu n s h one in  thewi n dow  and landed  onmy face.Blinki n g, I re a lized t hat Ihad  ov ersl e pt .I w as lat e  t o w o rk.  I jumpe dup , win cing a t thepai n in  my h ead, dressed,  an d ra n  ou t the  door . My  d ailytaskswereth e only things I  cou ld stilldo.  T hos etasks were a lltha t I had  manage d  to  k e e p  i n this shattered l if e of  mine. N ow inm yde s pair, Iha d r uine d eventhat . 
I sighed , half ru nn ing towo rk thr ou ghthe  icea nd s now. D espair w as au seless emotion .  I seemed tog et n ow h eredwe lling on my  pai n . Li fe j u st  ke p t get tingwo r se and worse. I was do ne  withit; d one with thesideways l o o k s from m y ro o mm a tes, done with  thewhisperedc onversat ionsthat sto pped when I  entered  th e r oom , d o n ewith being us e l ess,  j ust don e w ith all  th e p ain .
Ok ay, so Iwasn't g oi ng  t oget  ever y thing Iwa nte d.  It  wast ime to  focu s on  w ha t  Idid hav e  o r I wo ul dlose  ev er ythin g. I t  wa s timeto go on.  Ip ushe dal l the h urt feelingsdo wn deep wh er e I  could k eep them  in check. Today, I wou l d moveonwithwhat ever part  of  my li few as lef t.

Wo rk an dsch o o l wou l d  b e m yfocus now. T hat  is h ow  I w ould go  on. It is all I h a d.Busying mysel f t o ge t al l t h et hin gs atw o rk done despite  my hour l at e  s tart, I ha d  afe w momen ts peac e inm y head.  I was al ways a go od  wor k e r a nd now I w ould beeven bett e r. Sc h oo l cou lduse alo t m ore a ttenti o n t oo. I f I ju st  crowd ed th epain out , maybe I would find th e joyof sc hoo l again.I w a s g oing to d elet e solitair e f rom  my c omp u ter a nd n e ve r h i de ag ain. No more m i nd les s di stractionsf o r  me . I w ass implygoin g to change focus .  We were partwayt h rou ght he w in ter semester a ndIw a s halfhe ar tedly worki ng on my  c l ass a ssignm ents.It woul d n 't be har d at  al l to do b ett er . 

Plans  w er e  fine,  but  a ctions  werea noth e r  story. I
 through_the streets_heading in the general_direction of_my_apartment. I_felt_more alone than_ever. Before I'd_gotten too far the_wind began to_blow._It seemed to blow right through me as if I wasn't there.

I cried myself_to_sleep that_night,_but_quietly so as I could_so that I wouldn't wake_up Jackie._In the morning, my head hurt. Lying in_bed_for a time,_I tried to find the will to get up._The light of the sun shone_in the window_and_landed_on my face. Blinking,_I realized that I had overslept._I was late to work. I_jumped up, wincing at the pain in_my head, dressed, and ran out_the door. My daily tasks_were the_only things I could still_do. Those tasks_were all_that I had_managed to keep in this shattered_life of mine._Now in my despair, I had_ruined_even that.

I sighed,_half_running_to work_through the ice_and_snow. Despair_was_a useless emotion. I seemed to_get_nowhere dwelling on my pain. Life just_kept getting worse and_worse._I was done with_it; done with the sideways_looks from my roommates, done with_the whispered_conversations that_stopped when I entered the room, done with being useless, just_done with all the pain.

Okay, so_I wasn't going to_get everything_I_wanted. It was_time_to focus_on what I did have or I_would lose_everything. It was time to go_on. I pushed all_the_hurt feelings down deep where I_could keep them in check. Today,_I would move on with_whatever_part_of my life was left.

Work_and school would be my focus_now. That is_how I would go on. It is_all_I had. Busying myself to get_all_the things at work done despite_my_hour_late start, I had a_few moments peace in my head._I was always a good worker and now I_would be even_better. School could use a_lot_more_attention too. If I just crowded the pain out, maybe_I would_find the joy_of school again. I was going to delete solitaire from_my computer and never hide again. No_more mindless distractions for me. I was simply going to change_focus. We were part way through the winter_semester and I was halfheartedly working on_my class assignments. It_wouldn't_be hard at all to do better.

Plans_were_fine,_but_actions were another_story. I