Tommy. First Page

That was what Tommy saw on the last page of a dirty diary. Tommy didn’t have the luxuries of a good life. His mom ran away with a rock band musician when he was 10 years old. One morning he heard a noise and his dad’s scream, “Lora? Lora!”. Little Tommy sat up in his bed and looked through the window with his sleepy eyes. His mother, Lora, was at the car, opening its door in a rush, throwing in her bag on the back seat and jumping in right after. The car looked small and rusty, but it got away very fast so his dad couldn’t catch up. Tommy remembered that his dad, David Blackmoore, was just standing there on the street in his robe, looking at the corner…
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First blog post. Let’s begin

First blog post. Let’s begin

   Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about life, trying to analyze feelings, causes and life-views. All my life I tried to be nice to people, I couldn’t really hurt anyone or to be mean. And yet, there are people who blames me for being hurt. But how is that fair? Sometimes their happiness is controversial to mine. It doesn’t make me an evil person, so I finally want to stop worrying about it, because I spent so much time thinking about others over myself. Of course, you need to think of others, but not to a degree, where you lose yourself. That is my first step to be an independent person again. This is not my duty to make everyone happy. And there is nothing snobby about that. I…
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