some things just define us.

"There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit at a typewriter and bleed." a collection of capricious drabbles. © Valarie Rae, two thousand and thirteen.

~*~ Warning this story may be triggering!~*~ In today's world, skinny is beautiful. Skinny people get it better, because they are beautiful. Where ever you look, you'll see a skinny woman, or a fit man. But what happens when you don't have that Ideal body? Do you work out? Diet? Starve yourself to the point where you can count your ribs? What will you do to achieve that "beautiful body?" Follow one girl on her journey struggling with a eating disorder. Feel the pain she does when she looks in the mirror and feels so wrong about her body. Learn how society warped her mind to believing there is something wrong with her. Learn the meaning of true beauty.

Our memories do not always serve us correctly. But they do serve us kindly.

Those three words on the napkin were what made it worth keeping. "I love you."

How can you retain someone that doesn't belong to you? But how could you let someone go when you know you're meant for each other? Sometimes the right person appears at the wrong time. And sometimes it is too late to get back the right person back. Learning to cope with that is learning the Art of Letting Go.

aposiopesis [pron.: /ˌæpəsaɪ.əˈpiːsɪs/; classical greek: ἀποσιώπησις, "becoming silent"] is a figure of speech wherein a sentence is deliberately broken off and left unfinished, the ending to be supplied by the imagination, giving an impression of unwillingness or inability to continue. james attello is very good at reading people; this might be why he was placed in advanced psychology, a class that is usually very, very hard to get into. james, eager to please his professor, goes forward with an assigned project, even though he was, at first, a little bit unsure. his task is to create a fake identity on a website, interact with the people he encounters, and then reveal who he really is, keeping a journal throughout the process. but james didn’t expect to meet farah, a fellow user on the site. the two of them bond, in a way, and she shares her secrets with him, and she, unknowingly, coaxes them from him. the day james sends out the message with the truth is the day farah’s account goes missing. james, at first, thinks nothing of it, but, after a little while, begins to wonder what happened to farah, the girl who told him everything. so he does what any curious boy would do: make another account.

everything written in here is from emotion, from life. all of it is unedited. it's entirety is real. [non-fiction #86, poetry #248 - july twenty-sixth, two thousand thirteen]

Pause for a second and imagine this: the person you love is dying, but you can help. You can give them a few more months to make memories, laugh, cry. But at what cost? (Thank you to @TalatheWolf for the summary)