Impossible,the
Descriptive Essay,100 Words

To whom it may be of any concern:
I forget this lesson each time that it's learned, this argument that I try and defend. It's not logic, it's a means to an end: a fiendish ploy that you mean me no harm. It's so ill-concieved but it works like a charm. If my fingers clench too tightly it's because I'm afraid I'll lose my grip, if I think about you nightly it's because I'm afraid I might forget. Excuse my mess as I pitch this fit, it bothers me more than I can admit. My face goes flush and my head starts to ache.

I think this may be my biggest mistake.