it's okay. it's not cancer. we're still waiting on a second opinion, but they're pretty positive that it's fine. thank God.

still, don't say anything to anyone please.

No. Just no.

Sixteen year old boys don't get cancer. It just doesn't happen.

It just doesn't happen.

Please let it not happen.

okay, so apparently people read this.

oops.

please just forget everything i've said.

imagine you're a girl just trying to finally come clean, knowing full well they'd prefer you were dirty and smiling.

what do you do when you look in the mirror, and staring at you is why he's not here?

some poems i decided to share. don't worry, i didn't write them.

( miles and miles of perfect skin. i swear i do, i fit right in... oh you were born so pretty, oh summer babe )

how come i never hear you say, "i just want to be with you?" i guess you never felt that way....

hey, it's tzickles. comment to be added.