THERESA's Life Story.

er from Kingston College, I smiled. Apart from being able to put up with the tox

erent schools but failed almost all which is

r background color is black excites me, students are their priority, there's less record on suicide, all depressed students have counselors

al with. The sight of my mom in pain weakens me, flashbacks of the memories break me down, I started overthinking about what I would do to free her of her pains, a p

amination. Even as I moved there, it was still hard for me but I was abl

urial thanksgiving. Nancy, her daughter was my best friend until she got into College, changed her circle, and became different. I studied hard, I

othing at all can ever please my dad, he

Language at Kingston College but the response I

ash

for you because you're

ly, the flashback had

cked up my phone and dialed his number but unfortunately it was ou

I do?" I

vert but an introvert who lo

ces; my brain is always in use at all times. People think I'm a tight-lipped person but

hispered his

ng, swimming with warm sun-lit currents. His nose pointed, his skin color brown and glowing,

bination of i

alues. He is not a person who finds happiness in extremely c

his cool too often but comes back to me with a cute puppy face. He doesn't hesitate to h

hip between us, I am scared of co

He would crack jokes, and I'll laugh till I start crying. And most importantly, he gives me the c

. She prefers to call me by that Hebrew

eyes she asked if I was alright again. I didn't notice the door o

s I walk to her for a big hug. We chatted abou

tidiness and neatness is something else. I joined my mother in the kitchen,

onchalantly. My mom knows the chemistry

omething and forgot to have his phone plugged in, he'll call you soon," my mom said assurance. She started one

my brother. My mom accepted the call request and surprisingly, Nicole was with him. He had gone to see her since he was in town at that moment. We blabbed and chatted about so