Wednesday, March 20, 2019
Finding Inner Peace :: Personal Narrative Essays
Finding Inner Peace Nothing outhouse bring you peace but yourself.  I am thinking intimately the time when my best friend died, and when I stopped being myself and my biography started going to hell.       It happened maybe two or three years ago.  The twenty-four hours is very clear in my memory.  The weather was cold and nasty.  The monotonous rainwater made everything outside look gray.  I was at shoes, waiting for my miss to arrive.  I was sitting on the couch drinking hot tea leaf and feeling warm and cozy.  My dog was there too, I remember.  We were watching a talk show, but I was not paying much fear to what was going on.  All I cared about was my girlfriend was coming home and that we would be able to see to each one other again.  She had left merely four weeks earlier, but I had already missed her greatly.  We had been friends since the 9th grade.  In the commencement we were enemies we hated each other.  Oh, how we fought One time she accused me of taking her purse, sagacious what a notorious prankster I was, even though I had no idea what she was talking about.  Later she found her purse in her friends locker.  It seems she had forgotten she had put it there.  This turned out to be the first, but not the last, accident that would occur.  What didnt we argue about?  After about, four years, we became the best friends ever.  We were utterly compatible with each other.  We began spending all our time together.  We were vital to each other.  I came to know each and every detail about her brio as she did about mine.  It was the most enduring friendship of my life.         I looked at the clock above my head.  Six fifty.  She was supposed to arrive at five oclock. I felt uncomfortable, some weird feeling crawled around my heart.  I did not understand it. I waited and waited. It was dark already and I was panic-struck of being in solitude.  I couldnt stand it anymore.  Seven oclock.         The phone rang and it blow out of the water me.  Who might it be?  I wasnt expecting a phone call from anyone.  I got up from the couch and picked up
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