the thrill is gone
these are because i have nothing to do.
this is me trying to kiss mulder. i love mulder.
this is a pirate with a gun. i don't remember why i took this picture.
this is my hair a year ago. (it was beautiful.)
this is my favorite picture of myself. it is also in my profile. i sent this photograph to teen people last year, and they told me to come and do a test for a photo spread. my mother would not allow it.
this is my mother at 18, when she was thin and ambitious. people say i look like her.
it's not porn.
my mother asked the other day if i had been using her digital camera for "naked pictures". i'm not sure if she was kidding.
i am a senior.
the english paper i did over the summer recieved a ninety-two percent. everyone else recieved a forty-three. people tiptoe past me without breathing. children that i do not know refer to me as "x-files girl". i think sometimes that things may have grown out of hand.
i ate too much chinese food and then i ate five cookies and now i have a stomachache and i can't think very well
carissa is in high school. i realize now that she is not very cool, even if her chest is larger than mine. her friends do not have shiny hair or wear expensive clothing. this is what "cool" is where i live; i do not know where to go to escape from it.
this is a long entry with photographs in it
because i do not spend enough time telling other people about my life THAT IS THE RIGHT THING TO DO i think
in this day and age of fucking useless equality we are all interesting
my english teacher told another class that someone in her AP group had the best writing she had seen in years and tim said they all knew who she was talking about
because that is who the fuck i am
that is who the fuck i am that is who the fuck i am supposed to be
i think if i saw me somewhere i would beat me up