“You know something, kid, you’re a big thinker.” I search for sarcasm, but you’re voice is nothing but genuine. I inhale as you speak, catching your words in my lungs. My teeth ache with the sweetness and I catch myself getting lightheaded. “No I’m not,” I shrug. I’m a sixteen year old girl. There’s nothing profound about that. “Well, maybe not. ( Read more... )

Twenty minutes pass in respectful silence. The only sound is the tumbling of thoughts inside our heads as we turn over every moment of the evening. I’m dissecting every word and every glance, searching hopelessly for scientific proof that you aren’t completely numb about me. Maybe if I keep rummaging I’ll dust off a small reserve of hope, meager in ( Read more... )

Driving home from the concert, I don’t think I’ve ever been this close to infinity. It’s late enough that all the cars left on the road are coming back from the same venue we are. I’m not sure if it’s the music or the hour that’s doing it, but we’re keeping perfect pace with one another, our hearts palpitating to the same bass line. Everyone has ( Read more... )

i figure it's just a matter of time before some Krop kid reads this and scampers off to tell Drew all about how obsessed i am. only, what they don't know is that this is as far from obsession as i've ever been. remember the first week i admitted to myself that, yeah, i have a thing for Drew? i was head over heels hysterical. i was dancing in the ( Read more... )

we should hang out sometime, kid ( Read more... )

okay, guys. let's get over ourselves. it's not hard. the next person who says the word suicide in relation to themselves gets to put their money where their mouth is. how's that sound? god, if our generation isnt the most depressing conglomeration of sniveling idiots, i dont know what. doesnt anyone believe in the power of self anymore? have you ( Read more... )

i know exactly what i want for christmas ( Read more... )

i hate who ive become ( Read more... )

somewhere...somewhere ( Read more... )

im back...oh grand. i get to cry in this stupid thing some more. but let's be plain and simple: i need to apologize. its no use getting love advice from one of the poor creatures love abandoned at birth. i dont think i believe in love. i dont think she believe in me either. and on that, ilana, i am sorry. i am so incredibly sorry. i gave you bad ( Read more... )