Word Incorporation (Chocolate, Wolves, Tissues, 17, Fairies)

When I stumbled into my room after a gruesome day of school, I face-planted onto the bed awaiting me. I glanced up to notice a bin full of tissues used to wipe away the tears of my past. The match was beside me and prepared to rid my memory of the previous terrors and pains. I gripped it lightly and gently slid it across the side of the box. A flame began to burn against my fingertips. The blaze spread into an inferno as I flicked the burning match stick into the bin used to hide my agony. What a waste these last seventeen years seem to have been. The depression caused by mistreatment, failure, and dissatisfaction tore at my life as though I had been trampled and blitzed by a pack of vicious wolves. However, wolves are such peaceful creatures. They only do what they must to survive. The feeling that I have realized my life purpose can only be described as the sweetness of chocolate, delicateness of a gorgeously designed painting, and the power of those same theoretical wolves that had so violently destroyed my spirit just days ago. Seventeen years have been wasted over worrying about what my piers would think. I was quick to learn that in five years, none of that would even matter anymore. As I grew more independent, I focused on my true passions and tackled my goals individually. No longer did I need the approval of my family to do what I thought was right. The sensation was as though I had been lifted by fairies into the light of day. The lack of which is causing so many spirits to be devoured by a horror of being unaccepted by those ferocious individuals. Nothing brings me more joy than the realization that my clouded mind has been cleared by the seas of happiness and purpose. It feels as though my mind is a smog filled city, and rain has just poured down on me and removed every remnant of doubt.  (The goal of this story was to learn how to incorporate random words. I asked my friends for a word and the responses are in the title.)