My lip is bitten, bloodied, pussing and swollen.
My knee is bruised and dented, a nice knot forming on the side.
At least six of my ten toes are at strange angles, and all of them crack grotesquely. Along with my right ankle.

The thing is.
All of this is self, and accidentally, inflicted. Joy.

I cannot keep up with this as I do myspace and Xanga, I'm sorry.

I will stay, do not get me wrong. But if this interests you at all, please please please refer to www.xanga.com/ohnoodana and www.myspace.com/321_go for quality and quantity.

Our terms are better, now. Good, even.

But they are not that of endearment.
Just friendship and a forgotten fling.

Another. Fucking. Fling.

Dear Daddy, I wish I were still you're little girl ( Read more... )

Make a scene, make a scene. That's our goal, isn't it ( Read more... )

Oh, shit- what was I going to say?

It's really funny how much I miss you, considering how little you care about me. How little you've ever cared about me. Five years and I still haven't let this go. Five years' worth of respective growth has brought us here. One side of a pair has grown astoundingly, remarkably into something slightly sad, but really very strong. Something, a person ( Read more... )

I need to organize my room.
I need to compile my life-

will it fit in a shoebox? Translate into a notefolio?

will I become a portfolio of works, emotions, people and problems that I carry with me to college and beyond?

will I ever stop using such strange analogies?(will I ever get a macbook or a new laptop so I can have a functioning disk ( Read more... )

Am I over, yet?

Have I yet begun?

The youth you swear you remember and miss has already been lost by me ( Read more... )