My Secret
I need to get my power back. The lack of power that had me creeping out of the dorms, walking six blocks to my car at six o'clock in the morning. I have lost my power. Me! Of all people. Earlier that day in fear of my power, or lack thereof, I reacted out of weakness, out of the unknown. Let me fill yall in to the whole story. My boyfriend's a business major, I'm a journalist. He asked for my help on a paper he had due the next day... (procrastinators), so I go and help him to the best of my ability without erasing everything he'd previously written and making the paper my own. Now it's time for him to go to work, and I stay behind to finish enhancing his paper. Some hour or so later, I get bored, take some pictures of myself and my new hair do with his computer camera. After looking at them later with a fresh eye, I no longer liked them, so I delete them and to make sure they were gone for good I went to the trash bin. Now I usually don't do this, but for some...