Fictional Memoirs: The Infamous Me

If we do not strive to have God’s name glorified in all things, then we are pushing another agenda: The infamous Me.

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I do not think I am OCD, but there is just a certain way things have to be. A certain way to talk, walk, and sleep. I think I am purely doing things according to my needs. I think I am being genuine in my complexity.  Continue reading

Fictional Memoirs: Suburbia Of Comfortability

 

Love your enemy.

As your life has gone, you’ve never been much of a winner. Albeit you reached the rank of Runner-up, thinking of how close you were makes you bitter. Encountering people with differing ideologies and preferences makes you frustrated and annoyed as if those other human beings are attached to you like glue. You curse them militantly, strategically reinforcing the perception of their stupidity. Continue reading

Jackson and Annabel: A Conclusion

~!WAIT!~ Don't read this if you haven't read
 part 1, Jackson and Annabel: A Contrast and
 part 2, Jackson and Annabel: A Crash first.
This is the conclusion of the three part installment of the
hipster-romance between Jackson and Annabel. 

Remembering

Since we last left Jackson, he was still a self-absorbed millennial sponging off of his family and random girls for meals and attention. His dream girl, Annabel, was last seen peddling away, as he sat on the side of the road, clothes drenched with water and stained with grass.

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