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at sixteen years old, i live without my parents and have for most of the past year. i have no money at all, most of my clothes are too small or too old, my white bras are brown, my black bras are bleached, and there is never food in the fridge. still, you don't hear me complaining ( Read more... )

there's this stoplight close to where i live that prefers the color red to green. on the left there is this mexican restaurant that is always crowded. it has big windows and when i'm stuck at the light, i stare through those windows at the people inside. a lot of times, they stare back at me and we hold eye contact for at least thirty seconds. i ( Read more... )

she's never had anything stable, so she needs. she needs deeper than everyone she knows, and still she needs everyone she knows ( Read more... )

have you ever really, truly, completely forgotten who you used to be? i have ( Read more... )

my mother has a new family. at first i generally liked them, but my like has turned to hate and i am often green with envy as i am not a part of their family circle and never will be because i simply don't fit in. his daughter is a straight-A student and he works for the government. they use big, intelligent words and ask me the capitals of all ( Read more... )

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( jane )

He wasn’t trying to kill her, when it happened. When it happened, it was mere silence as he watched his fingers around her throat, gripping tighter; seeing her small face turn blue. But he didn’t mean to. He had been depressed, hadn’t slept for days, frantically trying to write anything, anything at all. He struggled with the bills and his last ( Read more... )