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Hemingway was once challenged to write a story in only six words. His response? “For sale: baby shoes, never worn.” He is believed to have called it his greatest literary work ever. Can you write a story in six words?

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It was over before I woke

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I seem to begin all of my posts with "I."
I'm so self-centered.

My friends and I have been making New Year's resolutions. They keep making decisions to lose centimeters from their waists or drop pants sizes. I truly want to accompany them. Partially because I don't want to be left out, and I also want to lose weight, myself. The trouble is that I am already underweight by terms of the BMI. How is it that I still want to lose weight? I can't have an eating disorder; I eat too much. I am also too aware of how eating disorders affect people.
Could I really have one? Am I just overreacting?
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I have a lot of things to say, but I don't want to say them to my parents.

Is there any way to make people do things differently without asking/telling?

Thank you
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I've an awful habit.
I enjoy listening in to others' conversations. Even if I should be listening to someone talking to me I get distracted and prefer to eavesdrop in onto the quieter exchanges. The other day, on a bus from school, two boys were talking quietly, so I began to listen, but I was not thinking, so I acted rather rudely. I went over and sat in the seat in front of them and just stared. They were talking about some other person who I did not know, but I could tell it was very serious, because these were not serious boys, but their tones were solemn. Another guy sat next to me, also listening, but he knew of the people involved. From what I gathered, someone was doing something that their mother had only just found out about (drugs, most likely) and the situation was very grave. The boys told me not to say anything, because it was best not to have anything false going about, but I must wonder, "Who knows?"
I promised I wouldn't tell anything, of course what I write here is so vague and anonymous, it ought not matter, but it is rather troublesome. I want to ask my dear friend about it, but I worry it would be wrong to tell her.
I know enough to bear a burden, but not enough to shed it.
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Current Music:
Breathless - Corinne Bailey Rae
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