I sit in the rectangle office looking at the pictures of a woman on vacation at different places with her good looking husband. Women like her make me end up in situations like this, in a therapist office. I dont want to talk about how sad,pathetic and worthless to someone who has their stuff together. I looked up at her, "No I don't think you understand. You studied textbooks and took written tests. Depression is a feeling not a Disese you can toss some pills and cure." She sat surprised at my outburst and quickly regain her composure,"I think if you just-" "No We're done here," I stood and left the room and ran out of the building. Sitting in my Audi , I thought about the mistakes i had made and the changes forced upon me. I jammed the key in the ignition and flicked my wrist starting the engine.I sped onto the highway towards Indianapolis Airport, not knowing where i was going but i knew i had to go. I turned on the exit looking through the familar town. I stopped at a resturant downtown and ordered lunch and booked tickets to Sweden my home country. I could remember there, remember my life dreams and fears without being judged. I booked a ticket from stolkholm to Italy and Germany,just for the heck of it. This was an extended me time after all…… ★★★★★★★★★★★★▼★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★▼★★★★★★★ Hey Donnika Here i just wanted to say all the above is really based on things ive done and some of it will be tweaked for the entertainment and safety. But if you don't have anything nice or encouraging to say please dont
This seems like an intriguing start. I'm interested in seeing where it goes. If I could offer a little advice, I would suggest to avoid starting a lot of your sentences with 'I' in a row.
Moving through the hallway of the hotel, my eyes searched for the number 7220. The first thing you notice was the color of a rich purple and gold, it was very pretty and bright. I shifted my weight before opening up the colorful door. The inside reminded me of a castle room, but with a more detailed and modern feel. I set the little suitcase on the bed and laid back. Finally at home, well not really but it felt like it. The sun beamed down on my skin as I laid by the water, the beach was beautiful. Suddenly the sun was blocked by a man who wore only a pair of trunk, "Are...You...American?" He mumbled quietly in English, he clearly was traditional swedish. His blond hair hung slightly past his ear but covers an eye, the only eye I could see was a brilliant Light Blue with green hues."Ja, I am American, " I smiled lowering my hand from my eyes.
Remember to start a new paragraph each time someone new speaks, and have more for organization; add details, emotion, and suspense; and watch your spelling/grammar, as there are a few mistakes. And not wait 3 months to update again.