Maybe we are what we pretend to be.

I’m Hungry, We Can Die Tomorrow.

As I look at the crowd in front of me I start to talk: “The world is ending tomorrow and…“ I take a deep breath and try to find the right words.

Suddenly I know what to say, it’s like someone put the words in my mind. “If today was your last day, and tomorrow was too late. Could you say goodbye to yesterday? “
Wait, no…

“Can someone please turn off Nickelback?” 
Right, I knew my mind could not come up with a speech that fast. 

“Dinner’s ready.”, I hear my mother. So this will be the last time I dine?
The thought is scary and I start to feel like I won’t be able to eat anything anyway. 

“Those are your favorite dishes.”, she says looking at me and the rest of my family, here I got to add that we’re no small family at all.

I wonder what my family would have looked like in few years – if we didn’t have to die tomorrow. Would I be married and have my own children? 

My spoiled nephew starts screaming out of nowhere. No, no children.

“Let’s eat? “, someone asks. I take a look at the bountiful table.

 Mashed potatoes for my brother’s baby, meat dishes for the men, salad, because at least on my last day I want to eat healthy and fish, because my mother is sure you’ll get smarter from it. 

“Well, mom, you must have forgotten there’s no need in smart people anymore.” 

“But in the ones who believe though.”

 My dad laughs and I wonder how you can keep cheering when you know your life’s almost over. 

It rings at the door and few moments later a brown-haired girl appears. Nevertheless I smile.  

“Oh…” is all I can say.

“I couldn’t miss the last chance to meet you, could I?”, she asks in a dialect I’m already familiar with through the videos we have sent each other for a long time to keep track of each other’s lives.

She must be the person who actually knows me better than I do, still I just stand there, completely astonished. 

Now I understand why my dad was so happy before. Sure, it’s the last day on earth for us but it’s the first time that I’m together with all my loved ones and truly appreciate it. 

“I’m glad you’re here. “ I tell the girl who’s been one of the most important people in my life, despite living that far away. Then I put my arms around her.

“Group hug!” my little sister shouts. 

On the last day of my life I did everything right for the first time.


Inspired by Daily Promt


The Boy Taken For Granted

Few years ago I loved someone who didn’t love me back. There was also this boy who liked me but I took his affection for granted because oh well, he had always liked me and I was used to it. He made me feel good but he was nothing special.

After wasting years on that other boy I fell for another guy. He was sweet  and seemed to be perfect for me, I wanted him. There was still this boy who liked me and I still took him for granted. One day he asked me out but I only cared about that guy who I thought was perfect and who eventually broke my heart.

I was alone and cried myself into sleep and that boy who liked me started to text me making me feel like I wasn’t all by myself. Meanwhile he understood his role in my life. He was the boy I didn’t appreciate enough.

My heart hadn’t quite healed from the last heartbreak, that’s why I got involved with someone else. A good looking guy who in the end only wanted my body, not my heart.

After being hurt that often I realized that there might be only one person who wouldn’t hurt me, someone whom I could trust. And that was the boy who liked me. That was about the time when I found out that it wasn’t the proper name for him anymore because he became the boy who had found someone new.

I Know They’re Not Proud Of Me

When I checked Daily Post it hit me. I had been so excited about what they’d ask us to write about that when I found out I immediately wanted to skip today’s prompt.

I couldn’t think about the last time someone told me they were proud of me. 

Maybe because no one is proud of me and that’s why I wanted to escape this topic. After all, I decided to face it.

I am going to write about it even though there’s no one proud of me. However, after I’m done with this post I want to say that I made myself proud.

This post is for me. 

There was a time when I even fell into depression because I realized that my parents weren’t proud of me and I told myself over and over again that I wasn’t worth them. They’d be so much better off without me.

It took me quite a while to recover. Yet, I’m not sure If I actually have fully recovered.

This isn’t going to be about my depression but I know that if someone would have made me feel like they had been proud of me I might have not fallen into such a deep hole.

As I got better you might think someone has finally told me they were proud of me but I truly can’t remember anyone doing it lately. I started to ignore my desire for making my parents proud, while still trying to make them proud secretly.

I tried harder in school, started to write a novel and concentrated on things I was good at. And just the thought of how my parents could be happy about better marks made me feel good. In the meantime I was afraid that one bad mark could destroy it all, which made it almost impossible for me to continue.

I wasn’t even trying to break the cycle. It was part of me.

So whose fault is it? 
In my situation, are my parents the one to blame because they didn’t realize how hard I was trying or were my efforts not enough?

Eventually, I think we shouldn’t try to make someone proud of us.

 Pride goes before a fall., describes it perfectly. Even if it’s not someone’s intention to be better than anyone else but just the ardent wish to be appreciated, usually there’s no happy end.

Few weeks ago I told someone I was proud of him. He said “thank you” and I wondered why he said it as he deserved credit. 

Now I understand.

It’s not something you gain, it’s a gift.
So if someone doesn’t tell you they’re proud of you even if you expected it doesn’t mean you did a bad job.
It’s their decision and if they tell you that they’re proud of you in the end, prize it highly.

These words aren’t valuable in money. 


How To Get Rid Of Your Stupid Annoying Parents

Teenagers these days have one huge problem: Parents.
They can’t do whatever they want to, they can’t stay out until the next morning, they can’t even pay their own bills.
Luckily, there are some things teens can do to get rid of those monster of care.

  1. Move out.
    Yep, you read it right – that’s one of the best possibilities.
  2. Move your parents out.
    This even sounds better.

Let’s get a close look at the suggestions above.

1. Run!
There might be some difficulties but if you really want your parents to stop bothering you you are able to deal with it.
So when your parents are sleeping you just pack your things and then quietly leave the house.

And you’re free.

Now, you finally can do whatever you want to. That’s for sure.
Come home early? Oh, you don’t have to come home at all! You can make friends with anyone you want to, like that one guy lying on the pavement, and you can drink and do drugs and no one will care!

Well, your parents might call the police – just another sign of how they are such a pain in the ass. As someone with parents like this develops a will of iron, I bet nothing can stop you. You can try and hide somewhere or just leave town in time.

Not to forget, you don’t have to go to school anymore or clean your room because you don’t have one anymore, obviously.

2. Dude, 86 your parents, they suck.
Best time to do that is when your parents aren’t at home. Take their stuff and leave it on the front porch – except there are useful things which you can keep.    Also, make sure, you’ve taken away their keys otherwise it might get really awkward. In this case, come up with something original like “Ha ha it was just a joke. You know, I’d never do that.” or/and run (as already mentioned). 

Now you can throw parties and leave the mess, cook for yourself and pay for water, electricity and you will be surprised what else for.

Important to mention is that you need to get a job, but working is so much better than school, isn’t it?

You’re a teenager and you will never know everything as much as you do right now.  So act as long as you don’t have your own children whose only wish is to get rid of you – ungrateful beasts.

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