...after turning the application in landon begged if we could stay, but pretending that i couldn't hear her yelping, i rushed out the door toward my truck. i needed the job. bad. i needed to do something for lynn and rose. i needed to be an efficient member of our half-ass family ( Read more... )

i wish i had a job. i think if i had a job then i could help ma out with the rent and she wouldn't have to work so much for dirty money. maybe i could buy rose a nice dress so she could prance around the house in it. i could turn on her favorite songs by Prince and she could dance to them for me in her new dress that i would buy for her and she ( Read more... )

i woke up groggy, with the feeling of a hangover, only there was no alcohol to blame for it. god what a mess i am. waking up is my favorite part of the day. it's the one time that i can waste fifteen minutes lying around, pretending that i'm 30 and succesful, without any obligations other than eating and smoking in my bed for the better half of my ( Read more... )

after dropping off my lovelies, i swirved the rest of the way home. wabbling through the door, i thought about being so close to landon; our wet skin pressed so tight; hearing her anxiously catch breath ( Read more... )

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go. we drove to school in silence. i knew he did it again. it had been so long since the last time. her eyes were completely apathetic to life. "want some coffee?" nothing. this was going to take some work. she needed to smile. she needed to be anywhere but inside of her head. she needed... "i love you landon." she looked at me with more feeling ( Read more... )

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it was the last straw. i'll be out of olympia within the month. i'll miss you all. come see me in the sun.
xoxo,
brea

and where more perfect than here, right? woe is me. i'm so unlucky. this and that is wrong. it's ALL wrong. someone once told me that i all too often use infinite words and they were right. all too often. because in truth, nothing is infinite. even feeling ends with its shelter. i find myself writing in cynisism "everything is so" because i won't ( Read more... )

i woke up to the sound of seagull shit meeting my sleeve. "perfect. landon... landon... wake up landon." i looked at the six dollar glow in the dark watch that i wore proudly on my wrist. 3:23am. "landon. we have to go. wake up. it's almost 4 in the morning and your step-dad's going to shit a brick if you aren't there before he wakes up ( Read more... )