This isn't teenage angst, for the first time. I always thought that I was so advanced, and I guess I can thank that positive attitude for my abilities. Unfortunately, you can't skip growing, and we're all in the process. I never spent a second to consider that I couldn't possibly know it all or be right all the time because I'm not old enough. ( Read more... )

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it's not about living for someone else. no one wills you to live. you're alive because you want to fight for it. whatever "it" may be, but that's another series of teenage journal entries for me to write. it's not easy to let people go or to get away from abuse. it's not about drastic lines in the sand, but the subtlety of moving off the beach ( Read more... )

You were:

Nervous, silent, ashamed, calculating the moment.

does life have closure?

And I hope that you die and your death will come soon
I'll follow your casket on that pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered down to your deathbed
And I'll stand over your grave 'til I'm sure that you're dead

Don't ever tell someone you couldn't live without them, because then maybe you'll believe it. You can, you will, and you will like it. It might be hard to pretend you've never met, but it's sure not hard to teach yourself to hate.

At the old age of nineteen, I've given up ( Read more... )

I missed an entire month. The other day at work I had to ask what month it was. Something probably should be said for that, but how can I be mad about losing September? Well, I miss warm weather quite a bit. I have a cold and I don't think smoke helps these lungs. I don't think smoke helps anything, these days. It seems like now I've blocked ( Read more... )

It's time.