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There are things that I wish for more than anything else in existence, given they probably don 't even exist. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ One is to live forever, to never die. I will never kill myself. This is absolute with my current state of mind, of course I can change in time however I want to hold on to this one, of many parts of my mind. The reason behind saying this is because many people ask: "Living forever would suck, you 'll watch everything around you die and wither away until your all alone, and you will never be able to die yourself to join them.", I don 't want to die, ever. I don 't believe there is anything after death, because I have not died there is no way to prove otherwise, I don 't believe in the existence of anything, but I don 't deny the existence anything either, a state of mind of which you only partly believe things, and never deny things. The only thing I truly believe in are my own thoughts, as they are what I am, and who I am, your physical body withers away with time, but what about your thoughts? What are thoughts, and why do they exist, oh, my strange brain. Now, I 'm getting a bit off track here but I 'll continue, because I don 't fully believe in anything other than my own thoughts, and I believe I will no longer be able to think after I die, I never want to die, even if I have to endless float in space, alone,…

As a child, having rules to follow wasn’t unheard of with my family. There was always a way to behavior with friends/family, at school, at home and out in the street. Often I found myself getting into trouble because I didn 't listen and also the fact that I always found some kind of way to slipping out of having to doing something that I knew I was supposed to do. But out of all the people in my family my mom was the strictest. When expectations set high, not meaning them meant my siblings and…

In a person’s life there are often experiences and life events that occur that truly mold and shape that individual’s life. Often times these experiences or occurrences help this person to either better themselves, or lead them into a direction they are meant to go. Though the ideal situation is to have pleasant events happen, sometimes even the most tragic events can be great eye openers. I can certainly attest to this statement. Four years ago my father passed away from pancreatic cancer, and…

But Now I Face It All Alone On a fateful winter night on January 31, 2007, I sat silently inside my car contemplating how I could ever enter my home to face my loving husband of 22 years. It was only forty-five minutes earlier that I received a tearful phone call from J.P. Unable to express himself, after returning from his doctor’s appointment, I said that I would be home immediately. Without a shadow of a doubt, I knew that J.P had terminal cancer. Over the next seven years, J.P. was…

Your understanding of the importance of knowing your past as it relates to the actual age range you chose. Looking back on life, there is something that I have learned that has stuck with me forever. This is that memories may fade but pictures last forever, as long as they are. When I was in foster care, my parents, foster parents, and workers made sure I was able to remember the things that I was involved in my early childhood stages of life. This stage is important to me because it reflects…

For a long time, I had trouble figuring out who I am as an individual. Under the conditions that I grew up in, it wasn’t always as simple as identifying myself by my race. It would be easy to say I am a Guyanese-American and proud. In the white privileged society we live in, proclaiming your ethnicity alongside the term “American” does not work out. I grew up in a predominantly Hispanic and White neighborhood. I tried my best to fit in with this population. Being a victim of bullying, it was…

I was born on May 5, 1997 in The Northwest Hospital. I was born into a caring and loving family. My dad’s name is Timothy and my mother’s name is Joanne. I don’t remember much when I was a little girl but I always remember my family being a little different. When I was very little, around 5 months old, my father had a stroke that paralyzed his left side. This changed his whole life but also impacted mine. I don’t remember my dad being healthy. I have always seen him walking with a cane and…

My Dad rolled the wheelchair that I was sitting in out the front doors of the hospital. I looked at my Mom and the look of relief on her face, as well as signs of sleepless nights and worry caused from the last week. My older brother walked next to my wheelchair and showed off a new action figure as if it was just another average day, excited to share new things with me. I never looked back at my Dad in that moment, but I like to think he looked at all of us with great relief, ready to go home.…

I woke up the next morning with a book covering my chest, still opened to the same page. Conner was outstretched at the foot of my full size bed, his furry feet touching mine. With my blankets still undisturbed underneath me, I rolled over with groan and stretched until my back popped, sounding like a round of bullets were being fired. I sat up, wiping the gunk from the corner of my eyes, and saw that I beat my alarm. It was 6:52 a.m. I proceeded to turn off my alarm in advance so it wouldn’t…

How Reading Made Me Popular Has anyone ever told you that reading makes you a loser? Well, I am here to inform you that they are incorrect. At the young age of seven, I knew this statement was no longer valid, and it changed my perspective of reading. Before I realized all of this, everything was quiet for a brief moment, and I no longer was surrounded by shouts of, “Wow, Paige you are so dumb”, and taunting laughter that followed. Instead, I was now accompanied by half of my classmates with…