Crystal’s English Blog

 

        I went to visit my family in my hometown and when I was down there, I saw someone I used to call my bestie. That’s until I realized that i didn’t remember her name, only her face and the letter her name started with. I vaguely remember going to her house everyday and eating with her family. When I moved, we had a falling out so we didn’t keep in touch. If I wouldn’t have came back to visit my family, i would’ve never thought about her again. 

      The older I got, the more I realized that heartbreak never goes away. I also learned that heartbreak can be forgotten. It hurt the most when I thought about it, but when I didn’t I barely noticed it. I learned that in order to not feel heartbreak, you have to move one and try your best to forget it and have fun in life. I might have a broken heart, but I won’t sulk in my bedroom to feel it. 

       One more push! Then I heard a loud cry. When I saw my sticky baby red, and crying, I also started to cry. Never in my life have I believed in love at first sight until this moment. My child was beautiful and tiny. From that day forward, I knew I would do anything for my child. 

           I went to a birthday party, but it wasn't fun for me at all. The activities and games didn't interest me, and I felt a bit out of place. I struggled to connect with others there, and it made the time feel kind of boring. I tried to enjoy it, but the things happening didn't match what I like or find exciting. So, I ended up feeling a bit left out and not really having a good time.

        I'm certain that there's a higher power, like a force or energy that guides things. It's something I feel inside, a belief that there's something bigger than us that watches over everything. This higher power gives me hope and strength when things get tough, like a source of comfort and support. Even though I can't see it, I trust that it's there, influencing life and the world around us. This belief helps me stay positive and believe that there's a purpose to everything.

 Dear Aunt Sherrie, I wanted to take a moment to express my heartfelt gratitude for being a part of our special day. Your presence at our wedding meant the world to us and made the celebration even more joyous. It was incredibly touching to have you there, sharing in our happiness and creating wonderful memories. Your support, love, and warm wishes added an extra layer of happiness to our union. We are truly grateful for your presence and the beautiful moments we shared. Warm regards, Crystal 

          Me and my sister love our mother very much because she was always our number one supporter. She would come to our games and dance residuals every chance she got even though she was a single mom who worked several hours a day. Now we are both adults and we wanted to give her something special for Christmas. Me and my sister combined our money and bought her a Sliver Lexus with a red interior. When she went outside to see her car she burst into tears and gave us both a hug that almost tackled us to the ground. 

        My family always thought that they could keep secrets from me. They thought that I was unaware about being adopted. I was never unaware, but it I noticed how differently my family treated me. What made me even more upset is when I confronted them and they tried to lie to me. I hate secrets and because of them, my trust issues is something i’ve been dealing with my entire life. 

          I found out a secret that really hurt: my boyfriend was seeing someone else, and it was my best friend. It made me feel so upset and betrayed because they both kept it hidden from me. Learning the truth was like a big shock that made me sad and confused. I trusted them a lot, and finding out this secret made everything feel upside down. It's tough, but now I know, and I'll have to figure out what to do next.

          I'm really sorry for the fight we had, and I feel terrible for the things I said that hurt you. My emotions got the better of me, and I didn't mean to say those mean words—I was angry and upset. I know our friendship is super important, and I shouldn't have let things get so out of hand. I hope you can forgive me because I value our friendship a lot, and I promise to work on handling disagreements better in the future. I miss our laughs and chats, and I hope we can make things right because you're a really special friend to me.

         I used to know how to play all kinds of sports when I was younger. My favorite one was Soccer. I used to know how to play soccer with enthusiasm and skill. My ability to dribble past opponents and execute precise passes was honed through years of practice and dedication.  However, as time passed and I found new interest, a sport I was once good at became a distant memory and all I could do was reminisce about what I use to be able to do.

         I don’t exactly remember when I broke my leg. I remember that it was broken but I can’t say I remember how. I remember my pink cast and I remember going to the doctor but if someone asked how I broke it, i would just stare at them. I don’t even remember how it felt when it broke. All i know is that I don’t want to break a limb again. 

       I knew I was in trouble when I saw blue lights flashing behind me. Then the speed limit a few miles back dawned on me. I was driving 80 miles per hour in a 55. I sighed and pulled over. I accepted the speeding ticket and went home.

 Having lots of money can seem super cool at first. You can buy almost anything you want and do fun things all the time. But having too much money can get tricky. It's not just about spending; it's about making sure it doesn't create problems, like people treating you differently or struggling to decide what to do with it. Sometimes, having tons of money might make you feel a bit alone because not everyone has as much. It's about learning to handle it responsibly and thinking about how it can change things in your life and with your friends.

  Addiction: the compulsive use of a substance of performance of a behavior that is independent of withdrawal.           I ruined my family and friend's lives with my addiction. The first time I discovered this was when I overdosed in my room then my little sister found me. Ever since that day, it's never been the same. I got sent to rehab, but that didn't work because I never wanted to quit. The second I came back home; I relapsed. I never wanted to quit anyway.  (THIS IS A FICTIONAL CHARACTER THAT I AM DESCRIBING I DO NOT DO DRUGS!!!!)

           I remember a sad time when my husband died. At his funeral pyre, flames emerged and something seemly impossible happened. Dragons, who have been extinct for over a hundred years, emerged. I walked through the flames, not caring about the people calling after me trying to stop me from claiming what was mine. The flames did not hurt me, like it recognized the dragon's blood running through my veins. When the fire died down, there I sat unburned and unscathed with my dragons and my newly unbreaking commitment of claiming back the Iron Throne.

           There was this game, a simple yet captivating mobile game, that became my daily fixation. It was just a simple war game, but it captivated my thoughts, time and money. There were times I'd spend hours on the game trying to beat other players, attacking, and doing the mini games that the game offered. I got so obsessed with beating other players that I started to spend money on the game to make myself stronger in the game. It wasn't until my mom yelled at me about how much money I was spending, that I realized I had a problem.

         When I was 21 years old, my friends decided to throw me a surprise dinner party for my birthday/graduation since they were roughly around the same time. Since this was a surprise, I had no clue what to wear or where I was going, so when my friend came to my apartment and told me to get ready to go somewhere I threw on a band t-shirt and jeans. We pulled up to the elegant setting and I immediately saw the contrast between my outfit and the guest attire. I felt like a stuck-out thumb as everyone surrounded me with their most elegant dresses and dress-suits. Wishing to go home and change, my friend thankfully saved me from my embarrassment and told my friends and family that she forgot to tell me the dress-code then took me home to change.