http://slow.writerscafe.org/KaylaBegor The original writings of author kbegor en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775997074 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 People think bad conversations always start with "We need to talk." That line is so incredibly cliche it makes me want to laugh every time I hear it.It was my sophomore year of college. I woke up, like most days, to my mother calling me. I quickly got up and left the room so as not to wake my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaylaBegor/1524718/ People sometimes look at you funny after they realize you've gone through some s**t. They want to know how you live after an experience tears your world in half. It's hard to explain, until you've felt it. And then once you have, it seems very simple to understand. Someone that has felt pain.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaylaBegor/1519929/ I hate you.I regret ever letting you near me.The good times we had,do not outweigh the bad.At best, we were mostly selfish,broken,and sad.We weren't meant for eachother. All I learned from you,was how to walk awaywithout looking back. I'm now very glad I did,walk away .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaylaBegor/1511189/ I hate when people say things like:"Anger can change you," or"Jealousy sure can change a person."Love can change you,and so can success, hellanything can change you.It doesn't matter if it affects your moralsor your goalsor simply your perspective. Anything can alter you,at a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaylaBegor/1511183/ I sometimes don't recognize myself anymore.If you told me a year agothat I'd be here today,I would have laughed in your face. I wonder if life will always feel this way,just one unexpected eventafter another,accumulatingto create a lifeyou don't realize is your own. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaylaBegor/1511179/ Inspired by the self help book, This I Believe http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaylaBegor/1511175/ It's just a check up, don't worry.It's like routine maintenance for your car.There won't be a scar. Hey,it's just a thirty minute check up,and you can go on with your day.Go on with your week, until we send you a letter.So much for just a check up.Now it's, "Don't worry,you have .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaylaBegor/1511165/ Dear Grandpi, I'm sorry I didn't spend more time with you before you left. I was scared to see you so sick, so I stayed away. I hope you forgive me. I know you are off hunting with all your old dogs, and probably watching John Wayne movies. We all miss you terribly. 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