bones sinking like stone.

Everything.

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As I sit with black bared doors keeping me in, I can see outside; that just isn’t fair. This blue chair just isn’t as comfortable as I like my chairs to be. The red wall behind me-well the red wall will be behind me tomorrow, and then forever. You just wouldn’t know how happy that makes me unless you were close to me. This is the last time I’ll ( Read more... )

I wake up every morning dreading another day of what I’ve spent most of my whole life doing. Going to school, forcing smiles, failing, and wishing I could change the world. Yesterday, I was driving home when I realized that I had no missed calls on my cell phone-I had no new voicemails. In five days the end of my whole high school career will ( Read more... )

I drift away during the last part [or what I hope to be the last part] of his plea. I hear him getting angry, frustrated, which I almost think is funny, because it’s like me most of the time-a little child not getting their way. Instead of responding, I stare at the muted T.V. screen. Normally when I get mad I just spew. I’m a Libra, and that’s ( Read more... )

When I was six I was told that I needed to believe in something. They told me, “Believe in something.” Believe in your family. Believe in yourself. Believe in your neighbor. Believe in your friends. Believe in God-the man who created you; the man who will love you more than anything no matter what you do. My family tells everyone secretes I ( Read more... )

Surely it can’t be that unusual to spend most of your spare time dreaming of the most important day of your life. Perhaps I’m just a desperately sad example of womanhood. Lord, I hope not. I feel like this is Mr. Right not Mr. Right-for-three-weeks-before-I-do-my-usual-disappearing-act. Put me in a room with this man-the one I could love like ( Read more... )