I am reverting: I am nine years old, wondering what I did wrong or why you don't like me. I am hiding behind a piece of furniture so you wont punish me for whatever I am at fault for. My door is tied shut with a piece of rope. No one will answer to my desperate plea to be allowed to use the bathroom. I can here the theme song for Cheers on the ( Read more... )

This is one of those days; If I could go to the front of the classroom and sit down at the piano, my fingers tensed, I would. I am anxious, my chest feels hollow and after a weekend of assessing where I stood, I miss you right now. This is Lowell, and its sunny and beautiful in October ( Read more... )

Friday night I punched my best friend in the face ( Read more... )

I think I'm more into this now

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Tom's cold living room
The Fishtown Artspace
Shep Abbott
Luke Steere, when he's not around.
My winter in Swampscott
My summer with Jeff
Manchester Birthdays
Knowing my parent's birthdays

I'm still young, I'm still a mess, but I'm getting better all the time.

You'll probably die like Hemingway did ( Read more... )

There could have been no one else in the room ( Read more... )

It happened in two, maybe 3 seconds ( Read more... )

I walked in a straight line kicking my feet through the grass with each step. I saw Cooper pull out of his driveway but I kept my eyes down, my mouth sad. I don't have to talk to anyone in this town. I will not talk to anyone ( Read more... )

Today I visited January in my mind ( Read more... )