My Last Will by Sir Walter Raleigh
When I am safely laid away,
Out of work and out of play,
Sheltered by the kindly ground
From the world of sight and sound,
One or two of those I leave
Will remember me and grieve,
Thinking how I made them gay
By the things I used to say;
– But the crown of their distress
Will be my untidiness.
What a nuisance then will be
All that shall remain of me!
Shelves of books I never read,
Piles of bills, undocketed,
Shaving-brushes, razors, strops,
Bottles that have lost their tops,
Boxes full of odds and ends,
Letters from departed …

I think reading this in 7 minutes and checkng out the links in an hour would be better than listening to the news in a lifteime.Plz don’t think I’m a very old person.Just 18.A university student studying English who just cannot sit back and hope.
My question is: what percentage of what I say is acceptable to you?
Hi people.I’m Iranian and I live in Iran.When I chat with people from other countries, I understand that they have totally wrong ideas about Iran.I just wrote this article to correct you.
The first thing …

I think reading this in 7 minutes and checkng out the links in an hour would be better than listening to the news in a lifteime.Plz don’t think I’m a very old person.Just 18.A university student studying English who just cannot sit back and hope.
My question is: what percentage of what I say is acceptable to you?
Hi people.I’m Iranian and I live in Iran.When I chat with people from other countries, I understand that they have totally wrong ideas about Iran.I just wrote this article to correct you.
The first thing …

sorry everyone…I had to use my sisters account I ran out of questions.
I’m very upset and unsure of what to do right now…I hope someone will read and reply to my post it’s long I apologize but I’m not sure of what to do or what’s wrong??
I intend to be 100% honest in this post so please don’t judge
I moved into college last year (Freshman year) I lived with a girl named Sara. We met before we moved in together and she lived near me. 2 days after we moved …

Ok, here’s the back story between my husband and I, and warning it *will* be a bit lengthy. . . someone please read!!!
-met when I was 17 and he was 25, 2 months after I turned 18 I got pregnant. I told him and he left the state for nearly a month.
-he finally contacted me and said we needed to work it out and be together, plus both our families were very traditional and we weren’t welcomed into their homes if I was pregnant out of wedlock, so we got …

I think reading this in 5-7 minutes would be better than listening to the news in a lifteime.Plz don’t think I’m a very old person.Just 18.A university student studying English who just cannot sit back and hope.
My question is: what percentage of what I say is acceptable to you?
This article has three parts: 1.Cultural and general info 2.music and 3.political, so plz read it from the top to the bottom.
Hi.I’m Iranian and I live in Iran.When I chat with people from other countries, I understand that they have totally wrong …

Lonely Heart Ballad
Too many times, the story does end
Broken hearted I cry, in need of a friend
Words can not say, what I so badly feel
I cannot define, something this real
I’m trying my best, but there’s no guarantee
That I’ll escape my fate, or ever be free
I’ve tried running scared, but that never works
I’m sick of this life, and all of it’s perks
Buildings will fall, I don’t have a doubt
They’ll come crashing down, before you can shout
Silent and still, the ashes remain
The spirit I had, I think has been slain
Tears start to …

Lonely Heart Ballad
Too many times, the story does end
Broken hearted I cry, in need of a friend
Words can not say, what I so badly feel
I cannot define, something this real
I’m trying my best, but there’s no guarantee
That I’ll escape my fate, or ever be free
I’ve tried running scared, but that never works
I’m sick of this life, and all of it’s perks
Buildings will fall, I don’t have a doubt
They’ll come crashing down, before you can shout
Silent and still, the ashes remain
The spirit I had, I think has been slain
Tears start to …

Lonely Heart Ballad
Too many times, the story does end
Broken hearted I cry, in need of a friend
Words can not say, what I so badly feel
I cannot define, something this real
I’m trying my best, but there’s no guarantee
That I’ll escape my fate, or ever be free
I’ve tried running scared, but that never works
I’m sick of this life, and all of it’s perks
Buildings will fall, I don’t have a doubt
They’ll come crashing down, before you can shout
Silent and still, the ashes remain
The spirit I had, I think has been slain
Tears start to …

I started hanging out with an old friend again about 2 months ago. He’s 19, I’m a few years younger (underage). Me and him were great friends, and every time we hung out it was awesome. He knew I had a boyfriend, I knew he was single, and tried helping him find girls.
One day when we hung out, we had an arm wrestle and he ended up pinning me against the seat, and french kissed me. He kept telling me to kiss him back, and I told him I felt …