PartlySane

*YING is curled up in the corner crying. YANG enter, rushers over to her and kneels down beside her* YANG: What's wrong hon? YING: *between sobs* FRIEND HATES ME. YANG: *sits down and wraps his arms around YING* FRIEND does not hate you. YING: They do. They've been treating me.... differently. YANG: Did you ask FRIEND if they were mad at you? YING: No... I don't want them to get irritated with me if I'm wrong and I'm just being paranoid. YANG: But you are being paranoid. YING: I know... but...I just don't want FRIEND to be upset with me. I'm trying so hard to be perfect, to be nice, to be entertaining and to be caring, but I feel like

Prologue (or perhaps Chapter 0) 1881 The storm was so intense walking in it was like pushing against a wall of water. None the less, Milton Clark braved the storm on foot; holding is only child against his chest in an attempt to keep him dry. His son, Dewey, was only one and didn't really understand the importance of the trip he and his father were making. Finally they made it to the Quin's manner. "Milton!"  Lord Edgar Quin exclaimed as he greeted his friend and partner. "I'm so glad you came." Milton handed his son to a maid and embraced Edgar. "Is she well? Are they both well?" He asked. Edgar nodded and grinned from ear to ear. Milton

I've just recently realized that I've gotten extra emotional lately. I've always been a sensitive person, some might say overly sensitive but I've always liked to think of it as being human. Lately though, I've sort have... let's say a wuss. I'm easily irritated and I cry over the smallest things. The first time I really noticed this was when I was still at school. I was sitting in my dorm room watching something on hulu and an add came up. It showed a little boy going from house to house collecting spare change. He then bikes to a hospital and gives the small bag of money to a doctor with a note that reads, "Please Help My Mommy." The add

Dear People calling the office, I'm not sure who taught you what manners are, but I'd like to let you know that who ever did taught you WRONG.  No worries, because I'm here to clarify things for you. Today we will be discussing 'please' and 'thank you.' "But Abbey," you say, "I always say please and thank you when I call!" That is true my dear callers, you do indeed often say thank you and everyone who calls in has said please. This may surprise you, but that's the problem. Just because one says please does not make them polite. "But Abbey," you protest, "please and thank you is the essence of manners! If it wasn't, you wouldn't be talkin

Dear Friend, I feel I owe you an explanation. I'm sorry I haven't kept in touch with you. You see, it's because I'm terrified of our relationship. I haven't had a close female friend since I was 16, and that ended horribly. I just don't want anything like that to happen again. This friend came over to my house for a sleep over once. That morning we were sitting on the couch waiting for her mom to come and pick her up. She began kissing me. I suppose we made it, but I didn't do much of anything. I just sat there and let her lips grab mine. Her tongue slipped into my mouth. I remember that feeling, her lips were so wet, I was so disgusted. I