Since there has been man, there have been questions. It is man’s nature to think, and while doing so, questions arise. “Are we rational? Are we identical? Are we social beings? Why are we?” Of course, as with all unanswerable questions, there are those who have “answered them.” Traditional rationalists, Judeo-Christians, existentialists and behaviorists have all tried to answer these questions, and despite how close they came to a “perfect answer,” they all still fell short.
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Ever since I’ve left home, I’ve always had Ashley there to care for me. She cheered me up when I was down, and she had the cutest ways of taking all my school-related stress, wadding it up, and cuddling it out of me. I, naturally, miss everything she did for me, and I’m finding out that the stress of school is much more than I ever realized. Earlier this week, defeated and depressed, I crawled into my clean, empty bed and cried; however, I didn’t want Ashley to curl up and hug my stress away. All I wanted was my mommy.
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It was a cold February morning when I woke to find not one, but two large rats staring up at me from my tattered, down comforter. I brushed them off and watched them scurry into one of the many holes the landlord felt so inclined to not fix. Tenant’s duty, my ass. Of course, after three months without a reliable source of income, I’d gladly live in a rat hole, let alone in an apartment sporting them.
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