One-fourth of the way done. It feels unreal. I got so used to working my ass off that I don't know what I'm supposed to do now. Not that it was hard work anyways. Just busy work. Angelina plays "Breathe" right as I get into the car, a song we both love. I think of how she'll be unwell all summer, with her surgery while I'm gallivanting off at the ( Read more... )

One day. A number you can hold on a single finger, and point it rudely at someone. Not even a day, really, just a little over three hours ( Read more... )

I skimp on my stretching routine, even though I know I shouldn't. less than a week until ensemble Crack-crack-crack as I do a bridge, remembering gymnastics. I realize I don't really miss it. I had friends there, and at the time I supposed they'd be my friends for a while. but conversation was poor there, and I always felt like they were something ( Read more... )

Yawn. Boring class again. I draw hearts all over my paper and desk and hands. I'm not sure why, just a compulsive thing of mine lately. Get bored, draw hearts. Like maybe if I draw them enough, love will come my way ( Read more... )

My favourite bag hangs off my shoulder, filled with my memories. You know, the one good thing about those cheap middle school yearbooks was that they were so much lighter. Remind me not to get a messenger bag next year. I weighed my bag for physics class once, and I'm carrying about 30-40 lbs., on one shoulder, throughout my day ( Read more... )

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So today was going to be a good day once the assembly was done. Classes twenty-five minutes long. Two hour assembly to sit through, but then we'd have Summer Splurge. It was a beautiful day, and some asshole with a gun had to come and wreck it ( Read more... )

I love writing entries at school. I feel sooo rebellious ( Read more... )

Ten days. A number you can hold on two hands. The clock is ticking. And I wonder, Where the hell did May go? And April, and March, all of them. April had an excuse, I was busy that month. The time flew by too fast with song and dance clouding my head. December and January had an excuse too, I was mostly crying over my lost white world. But it's ( Read more... )

Cali took out a CD cover that was bright yellow. If you put it over your eyes and looked to the light, everthing looked brighter. Happier. Beautiful. A world I would want to live in. Just by the change of colour. I want contacts made out for me that would make the world look like that. I would wear them every day and smile ( Read more... )