For centuries, we've strummed a new invention. Go ahead and make it lovely, with your lovely smile, lovely clothes, and lovely ideas. We'll notice if things happen, but if they don't, we'll just forget.

Beat poets will beat on, in the city, in the suburbs, and even in Florida where rain can melt the dreams of rifle nailing in the front porch of grass so green you'd think I made it myself. I didn't. Diane was at Baby's and Kathy called me crying. I haven't dealt with this sort of friendship since my own demise last march and I'm not running to hit repeat.
Arizona has forced my signature and now the Sunlight's faded on some teeth I tried to bleach. Next time, use a brush, or borrow mine because tangles can fuck you're mind.

I see the meaning of life.
To die with something...with love, or without it. To live for something...for love or life, or neither.
A crash of obstacles is only going to kill you. Take the test and sharpen your pencils--they won't let you during the exam. If life were an SAT I think I'd barely break 900. My ACT score would be not adequate, I foresee some complications. I'm not forgiven for your issues, I did pray, that once.

Hey, look how it didn't go the way I planned and let's just resign ourselves to the evidence--I'm not going anywhere and you're never going to return.

My Belle, My Brown-Eyed Girl, My Tiny Dancer, and every other melody that reminds me of you; it's not my turn to crash and burn. I mastered that last March.

If the stands are slippery, neglect to moonwalk, I fear you'll trip to an early death, where I would cry and break my heart since we never did amend.

Tomorrow would've been important if you weren't such a prick. My mousey, the cattle, and sheep will cake and bake for treats or sweets not anywhere near Homecoming or Halloween or any other specific pagan tradition.

If time kills more than war, how man casualities can we spare?

An ode to Reality.

Nobody considers abuse to be tragic. Not in this day and age. Everyone suffers from it. Just different types. Physical Abuse is such a shame--should've called the cops. Verbal Abuse? Well, that's so---tolerated. Really, not exotic at all anymore.

Then you throw in those three letters in. They're nowhere near each other in the alphabet. Sort of...random, actually, when you think about it. Why does this one small word mean so much or even so little in some people's minds. Three letters that, when I was a kid, I was embarrassed to say. It was a giggling word, to whisper with your buddies, but you would never think it or even attempt to fathom what it meant.. S-E-X. Sexual Abuse is unspoken, it's not there if you don't see it. That is one hundred percent true.

People will sweep it under a thousand dollar faux rug from Kuwait, clap their hands, and completely toss it out of their mind. They'll vacuum it if it starts to re-emerge. As the stains begin to fade, maybe it'll get scrubbed. The cleaning crew will come in and do their job. But it won't erase. Unless it happened to them.

Telling the story isn't so easy. It's the reactions of the audience, I fear. What everyone fears.

Option One: They could think I'm lying--So I seem a deranged attention-seeking freak, I guess. I wish it weren't the truth. I really do. Option Two: They could cry and tell me they're sorry--the compassion would kill me. My skin would burn me alive. If only I were as lucky. I would receive sympathy hugs, mournful frowns, and the melancholy advice. Option Three: They could completely blow it off as society does. No big, I guess. She was only molested by her stepfather for two years straight; only forced and manipulated to be silent, afraid of truth and the ramifications, unable to tell what is right or wrong, and where one stands in-between.

At least she wasn't killed.

No, just completely ruined for life, I guess.

But we move on. Then we become unhappy and take prozac and then we get divorced and die alone. the end.

Smile.


C'mon baby, won't you lift your lips for me? Mama, this is the way I was born, I'm sorry you had to learn this way. If i could've told you differently---well, I probably wouldn't have. Forgive me, for I have sinned, and fuck I enjoyed it. More than I should have.

There are too many songs on Romeo and Juliet. Isn't a script, play, and history of exuberance enough justice for the supposed greatest theatrical idea of human existence? I could make you feel like that, but you're not interested, I guess and I understand. Around the same time your pole impaled my left palm, I noticed how stupid my sacrifice was...is. I won't apologize. It's not my style.

There is chapstick, honeydew, cherry, strawberry, vanilla, sugar cookie, pomegranate, oh my! I'm buried alive with stick for lips and only attempting to recreate yours on mine as if it wasn't just a fantasy or dream.

I walked into Hallmark the other night, dazed lost, and stoned on drugs with names of cars and their tires squealing brightly. "I LOVE HERE NOW! GET OUTTA MY HOUSE!" a homeless dwarf screams at the top of his miniscule lungs, I don't hear him, since my ears are perked on the clicking of those new Crush Camel Cigarettes, black pack, bad attitude, and kickin' ass to inhale happily, I can hear. A python, Mr. Giggles, slides over and explains that the Guns for Sale are fake and the real ones are kept at the Citgo gas Station next door. This irritates me.

"I have to shoot someone," I tell him, "I need a gun NOW. I cant go to Citgo."

My friend Jessie walks in, naked and sparkling like all pregnant mothers, but I don't even remember who the daddy is. I must not forget to question her, without letting her know I have the worst memory in the history of the world, my love. Mr. Giggles Giggles deceivingly and pulls a handgun out of his front jumper pocket, handing it to me. "Free of charge" he hackles, and slips away without a slim or sound of him. When A girl like that walks in, your first instinct is to shoot her, so I'm sorry Jessie, but at least the baby lived, what will his name be?

Frontier. His name is Frontier and I wonder if he'll lead the future, the babies of the next generation, after mine, who can actually make a difference. It is too late for us, I know, for me especially. We are lost. and So i lock the gun to my teeth, and glue my finger to the trigger.

Is this tragic enough? BOOM

"I wanted, I wanted you to stay
'cause I needed, I need to hear you say
that I love you. I have loved you all along.
I forgive you. I've Been away for far too long.
Keep breathing, 'cause I'm not leaving you anymore
Believe it, Hold on to me, never let me go."

Honey, the gloves are ON

In order to establish a more bearable existence, I, Mariah Frances Anderson, do hereby ordain the following as procedure for dealing with the unbearable:

1) smile when you're cheeks are stained with tears. When your makeup runs, it looks pathetic, and I don't need anyone's sympathy anymore. I'm not a god damn drama queen.

2) Look at the cup as a cup. Stop trying to figure out if it's half-full or half-empty. It's just a cup and it's contents do not concern me at all.

3) dance. with grace, with style, and with all the effort of a clumsy elephant. Point those toes, remember your presence, and always act light as the air you're not breathing.

4) stop remembering. Cut your memories apart with a sharpened butcher's knife. Drink more juice, eat more vegetables, and forget you ever saw her face, her skin, her body in your bed.

5) attempt the unattemptable---organize your priorities. List your goals. Make a plan. Stick to it. Maybe this time we wont completely fuck this up.

6) Give life a taste. Show the world you are an amazing individual and everyone who disagrees needs to make their own declaration of independence.

7) fake it til you make it. If at anytime, it seems out of reach, pretend you've already caught it. Nobody else has to know how miserable you feel on the inside, if they only ever care about what's portrayed outside your incompetent mind.

I've let go of my hatred for Krystal. I've released my yearning for Bishop Moore. The bitterness was swelling, but now it's evaporated and incidentally, I seem a happier girl. With love stories, plays, and girls traipsing through my brain, nobody has to know.

it's the greatest secret I've ever imagined. And it's mine. I let go of my excuses. It was my fault. It is my fault. And it will always be. All those feelings I've tried to keep safe have broken loose and are destroying the world. About damn time. Where were you last March, when I could've used a hand in wrecking the universe? Don't worry---I handled it on my own, enough, but really, next time keep up. it's one disaster after another, and if you fall behind, it'll be like watching new shows when you never watched the re-runs. Don't be that one person.

When I finally dropped the earliest perspective, I think I began to love. If I could turn back time---

Well, I wouldn't.

" Marry me, Juliet, you'll never have to be alone."

part II

Waking up late for school leaves my groove ungrooving. Jake drove me there, which was nice of him, really. I wanted to sleep on his backseat until at least second period, but he was not hearing it. Damn. I was shot by AP Environmental before Kathy found my body and drove me to the Bank, the E.R. and then Diane's house. They pulled a "Diane and Mary." When they don't want to go to school, but Kathy and I do, they purposefully wake up an hour late. Kathy, being Kathy, will wait for them to get ready if Mrs. Crown isn't home, which she wasn't, I just sit around and smoke cigarettes, putting in my two-cents every now and then. It was delightful, but they were being snarky with each other and that makes an unpleasant experience. I believe I went to Einsteins and I met this boy I already knew named Paul S.Ironic, but what was I to expect? I fucked him in the public restroom but it wasn't as exciting since nobody was in there, anyways. naughtier things have happened, but I suspect his co-workers will dedicate some extra time to sterilizing that sink their next shift. It was hot, mind you, but his glasses got in the way and clinked with mine, plus Jake was waiting outside. Awkward.But we drove to Amber's. I had never met her before, and I wouldn't want to again. It's fine, she's moving to West Virginia. I got my nap at last.My girls treat me like their little kid sister who follows them around. I'm almost the youngest, but not quite, and apparently I'm twelve sometimes, but they think I act like the biggest potsmoker, which I haven't touched in a bit.They just think I'm a little kid they have to protect and baby and take care of.I think it's time for Chicago.I will not talk about practice. If I can forget about it---it never happened. The End.

So I live on Hudson Street. That's a noun. but I is a pronoun, replacing the proper noun Mariah Anderson. But is a conjunction. Live is a verb. proper is an adjective. and Schoolhouse Rock was very informative.

My twx still taste like crayons, however 88 cents was fair price for food poisoning.

A verb makes a statement; like a declaration. The Preamble, I can specifiy. Hey, you're online and I write to you though you're not here, nor there, what a crappy situation.



The Bagel Boy at Einsteins smiled at me, and I could see his drunken nights, hooking up in dirty volvos, drinking flat vodka and punch, smoking on half burnt cigars, and he's even legal to pay for them. There's a Hobbit Feast happening, damn, I was not invited.

We could've been great, ya know, and that's was stalkers say when they're about to kill their prey. I'm not going to hurt you--it's the last thing from my mind. Though I've half the sense to beat you til you suffer the way I did Last March, I will restrain myself. You have nothing I want.



If All you need is love, then tell me why she left me? There was almost too much of that awful feeling. Afternoon Delight? Well, actually only on weekends, because I'm still on restriction for breathing heavily. I want you baby, I told you that through texts, IMs, phones, and even in person to a certain extent. I spent my days with him at the shop, walking like anna, downing sugar cookies like milk and cocaine. I have enough patience to sustain, despite what you may think, it really doesn't turn me on. See, the problem with these kids is that their minds are full of heaven and heaven is on their minds. I didn't panic because I know how strange your love can be; love is strange, at that.

The Governor's Proclamation

If I were not so frightened of death,
Already, I would be dead.

I want to be your fire. Put me out of heat me up with just one spark of flame.

No perfect world for unloved lust
you can be my chain
LINKING me to Utopia, or something similar, I guess.

The aroma of defeat rises off the surface of the page
corruption tasting sweet like
Monday; funday, Sunday, too.

Brash
for Murder
built on Novelisations.
Sensations
drugged by my stolen blood.
I saw the devil of
temptation, said,
spoken, written, or conveyed implacably.
Chalkboard drawings on his mirror
"Time kills more than War"

You are chasing double-sided buckets filled to the brim with soap.
Tigers, there! on your heels at last, my love!
Allusions, here, within your grasp, at last, my dear!
Rebellions Mutiny Bigotry
ARE
NOT
YOUR
CONCERN.

Whether weather can be weathered or whether it truly is conspiracy from the sky,
this class is worth my middle fingernail.

You never age out of conceiving
The Motherland, I swore by.
Books become the indictment for nights of chapter black as stone.

B r i s i n g r

How old are you turning? Discreetly whisper in my ear, I don't want the others to hear how I've robbed the cradle for some explosive jail bait. The day of yesterday could be the definition of exceedingly paranormal. I voluntarily called someone I loved and hated it. Then I told him I loved him, when I'm not sure if I do. I take two steps forward, and fall into a manhole every hour I breathe. I can study Dystopia, but I doubt I'll ever understand them.

For a senior picture, I put on the chain though it didn't make me happy. Now I sort of regret it. There were blue chains, and old chains, and new chains, and chains greased with mold. Either way, mine was properly chosen with an off-the-shoulder shawl strictly dress code. I escaped the Wrath of the doctor for once. I think I'll push my luck and wear those plaid pants on Monday, yes that sounds fitting.

Sweeeeettt Caroollinnnneeee, The drunken calls of my friends will forever now echo in my head. Today we broke a record---how many shots we can take without being drunk, though the judge was pretty trashed herself. heeyyyyyyyy Baaaabaay, though we used to yell Casey, it was her first time, and Casey is away in college unfortunately. That is an experience I will forever have, and she will not, though I would trade it for Savannah Georgia in a single panicked heartbreak. I'm a stitch away from making it.

A scar away from falling apart. But you're full-moon pills are drugging me up and Anna I'm sorry I called, it was incredibly stupid and insensitive of me. I won't be talking to you again anytime soon, I promise. Busted.

I cannot feel the love tonight. I believe in life after love and fuck you're just too good to be true, while we mourned the death of a friend, and i serenaded my poor baby Jessie because I love her and was reminded of my choice, the one I made when I fell in love with a girl?

This essay gives you an opportunity to show how effectively you never learned to develop and/or express idea. You should, therefore, not even bother, most never survive past the prompt question. blank papers are disqualified. Take care to develop your point of view, present your ideas logically and clearly, and use language precisely.

Precisely, I think you should fuck yourself.

Your essay must be written on the lines provided on your answer sheet.

---actually, I was going to cram it into the margins of the paper with all those empty bubbles, okay?

You will receive no other paper on which to write.

--don't worry, you've given me over 100 sheets already! I'll just write over all of those words...

You will have enough space if you write on every line, avoid wide margins, and keep your handwriting a reasonable size.

---wow, it's like you know me or something.

Remember that people who are not familiar with your handwriting will read what you write.

---well that doesn't sound thought-out, now does it? What if they are familiar with the boy sitting next to me's handwriting? then he has an unfair advantage?! his mom could be the essay-reader for the SAT for Christ's sake! are you drug-testing these people?

Try to write or print so that what you are writing is legible to those readers.

---try to write or print? I could've sworn that print was a form of writing, or that you could write by printing. Am I Mistaken? explains why i only got a 1270.

A pencil is required for the essay.

---believe me, I know. We've been taking standardized testing since the emergency room.

Do not write your essay in your test book.

---damn. you got me.

An off-topic essay will receive a score of zero.

----really? now, who's crazy idea was that?

If your essay does not reflect your original and individual work, your test scores may be canceled.

----you SAT people don't miss a trick do ya? QUESTION: how am i to be individual and original when all the words I use have been written already? in the dictionary?

You have twenty-five minutes to write an essay on the topic below.

---Now I know you're fucking joking.

"Nowadays nothing is private: our culture has become too confessional and self-expressive. People think that to hide one's thoughts or feelings is to pretend not to have those thoughts or feelings. They assume that honesty requires one to express every inclination and impulse."

Adapted from J. David Vellemen, "The Genesis of Shame"

---how did you adapt it, why do I care, and who the fuck are you to say that shit to me!?

I give up. I draw a nice dark X in the bubbles on page 3 of my answer sheet and turn it in with a grin. 1270 is good enough for me and I'm not playing this game again.

toybox

I am wearing our chain, like the one you won't. Mine says Friends, I imagine yours says Best, though I havent seen it much. How fitting for you to be on the cover, with your knee-highs and hair. Your skirt is too short, and your shirt is too small, and you hate those people you're with. But Bishop Moore fucked me over, and kiddo, so did you.

SwedeMstr: ...will you talk to me?

i moinsdetrois u: now that youve woken me up i guess i have no choice

SwedeMstr: i didnt mean to wake you up. im sorry.

i moinsdetrois u: yeah. what do you want?

SwedeMstr: i wanted to know if we're still friends. i know your mad and stuff but ppl
have been saying a lot. i need to know if its true.

i moinsdetrois u: yes it all true.

i moinsdetrois u: i cant have friends

SwedeMstr: why the hell not. and why just me? your still friends with lucy and Jessie

i moinsdetrois u: barely.

SwedeMstr: why cant you have friends krystal

i moinsdetrois u: i can but i need different ones

i moinsdetrois u: because i cant ruin my life for being an accomplice

SwedeMstr: so its because of all this crap? your gonna let everything we've been through go because we made a few mistakes? krystal, this is all gonna pass

i moinsdetrois u: but ive learned a lot from this

i moinsdetrois u: and things may pass but everything changes

SwedeMstr: not if you dont let it. please think krystal! we need you! i need you! dont make a chocie like this

i moinsdetrois u: i cant. i already have. its for the best. youll realize it one day.

SwedeMstr: you cant do this krystal. you need us. and we need you. especially me. your gonna let the school and other ppl tell you that your friends are brining you down? your better than this.

SwedeMstr: and your an amazing friend and an amazing person. dont just walk away.

i moinsdetrois u: i cant deal with this.

SwedeMstr: with what? all the drama and shit?

i moinsdetrois u: yes

SwedeMstr: i know. and i know i bring it. and im stopping. if you'll just wait til all this shit blows over---you'll see. your not the only one changing from all this.

SwedeMstr: i know you dont think so---but everythings going to be okay. and itll hurt you more if you leave us.

i moinsdetrois u: no it wont.

i moinsdetrois u: i was fine before.

i moinsdetrois u: ill be fine again.

SwedeMstr: i know. But

SwedeMstr: didnt you like being with us?

i moinsdetrois u: we gain and lose fiendships and we become better people along the way and laern

SwedeMstr: with me?

i moinsdetrois u: none of it matters. that was then this is now.

SwedeMstr: you cant just decide to lose a friendship. why dont you give it another chance?

i moinsdetrois u: because ive givin it sooo many chances

SwedeMstr: i know. and i know you dont like to give out a lot of chances but please krystal dont do this. you dont understand how youll be hurting everyone. and me. and lucy and jessie. we love you to death. and were not ready to let you go because your amazing. and maybe you need to hear that more.

SwedeMstr: im not ready to let you go. please dont make me. youre the best friend ive ever had. the only person in the whole fuckin world. please dont completely walk out of my life.

i moinsdetrois u: i have to. ive told you before.,

i moinsdetrois u: i cnat take this anymore.

i moinsdetrois u: stop making it harder than it needs to be

SwedeMstr: im making it harder because i cant do this without you.

i moinsdetrois u: you have lucy and jessie and lindsey

SwedeMstr: but they're not my best friend. you are. and you always will be. krystal---just one more chance. wait until this week is over before you do something like this.

SwedeMstr: didnt i matter to you? i thought i was your best friend, too.

i moinsdetrois u: would you just fucking stop this

i moinsdetrois u: what part of i cant take this anymore do you not get?

SwedeMstr: im trying to make it better. because i dont want to fight with you but i still want you there. after everything e've ever been through you can at least talk to me now.

i moinsdetrois u: sometimes you need to just leave well enough alone.

SwedeMstr: im not leaving this alone because your making a huge mistake. you havent even thought of what this is doing to me. of what you leaving will do. i cant imagine not having you as my best friend---but you've already gone and decided that you want new friends. i thought i wanted that, too, but then i realized that this is all worth it.

SwedeMstr: what we have with lucy and jessie, youre not going to find again

SwedeMstr: so dont just let it go.

SwedeMstr: please. just think about all of this again. the fighting sucks, i know, and the drama and all of this. its hard ot deal with. and you were never one for arguing.

SwedeMstr: so i'll stop if you'll just stay. i wont fight with you anymore. or get upset. or let myself be hurt or anything

SwedeMstr: just please

SwedeMstr: please dont do this

i moinsdetrois u: its not worth it. people dont change.

SwedeMstr: people change if they want to. you said it yourself.

SwedeMstr: and i dont want you to go. i want to change if it'll keep you around.

i moinsdetrois u: it wont.

SwedeMstr: then what will? krystal dont do this to me.

i moinsdetrois u: you should never want to change yourself for someone else. you sould want to change yourself for yourself.

SwedeMstr: listen. i want to change because im sick of getting hurt over dumb shit. and im sick of having a relationship with my best friend where i treat her like a girlfriend or something. so i already told myself im changing. now im telling you. so dont think its all you. i want to change cause i dont like the person ive become. and i know you dont either.

SwedeMstr: and im so fucking sorry. i rlly am. i just dont want you to leave me krystal. i need you. and i always have and will. all of us do.

i moinsdetrois u: look. i dont have a choice. okay. so just leave it alone.

SwedeMstr: why dont you have a choice

SwedeMstr: and im not leaving it alone.

SwedeMstr: dont tell me you dont wanna be friends and expect me just to take it.

SwedeMstr: fr the last fucking time---just talk to me about it.

i moinsdetrois u: and for the last time i cant just talk to you about it

SwedeMstr: why not

SwedeMstr: i mean the last time as in "the last time we'll talk if you have your way" btw.

SwedeMstr: but why the hell not. you used to talk to me about everything.

i moinsdetrois u: god damnit just leave me alone.

SwedeMstr: why cant u just explain this.

SwedeMstr: just let me talk to you.

SwedeMstr: your saying you dont wanna be friends anymore. do you even get what your telling me?

SwedeMstr: or are u just gonna sign off or whatever cause you have no reason for doing this!

i moinsdetrois u: no. actually im mentally retarted and dont comprehend a thing. thank you.

SwedeMstr: you know i didnt mean i like that.

SwedeMstr: i just wish you didnt tell me to leave alone. this is the last time i'll ever
bother you if you'll just carry on a conversation and not tell me to fuck off or whatever.

i moinsdetrois u: shouldnt wish so hard.

SwedeMstr: why are being like this

i moinsdetrois u: because i dont speak impulsively. i mean what i say.

i moinsdetrois u: i dont change my mind with sleep.

SwedeMstr: was our entire friendship absolutely nothing to you?

i moinsdetrois u: it was good then. but has lost its value

SwedeMstr: how

SwedeMstr: so i was just a value to you?

SwedeMstr: krystal that was the best thing in my life for awhile.

SwedeMstr: i was nothing to you. thats what your saying.

SwedeMstr: i was just another person.

i moinsdetrois u: you need to stop being so godamn dramatic and only hearing what you want to hear.

SwedeMstr: okay so im dramatic. im sorry. im trying to change things. but i cant do it alone. and i fucking need you. dont you understand that? when my parents are arguing ro im alone with my stepdad--im not being dramatic. and thats when i need you.

SwedeMstr: you dont need me but cant you understand at all how much you mean to me. i clearly dont mean shit to you or you wouldnt be saying all this horrible stuff or doing something so stupid.

SwedeMstr: we have a great friendship. why isnt it worth enough to you to make it better?

i moinsdetrois u: you need to think about the bigger picture. not just the now but the future.

i moinsdetrois u: its better this way.

SwedeMstr: i saw you in my future. as my best friend.

SwedeMstr: answer my questions!

SwedeMstr: tell me that you completely understand that you leaving is going to kill me but your still going to do it.

SwedeMstr: you always said that your not going to leave like Kyla did.

SwedeMstr: you said you would always be there for me

SwedeMstr: and i believe that.

SwedeMstr: dont do this right now krystal.

SwedeMstr: at least wait until all this trouble stuff blows over.

SwedeMstr: give it one more chance.

SwedeMstr: thats all im asking.

i moinsdetrois u: im sick of giving people more chances to fuck me over.

i moinsdetrois u: im done cant you understand that.

SwedeMstr: im not going to fuck you over!

i moinsdetrois u: no more chances. done.

SwedeMstr: and no you cant be done.

i moinsdetrois u: yeah i can

SwedeMstr: i was your best friend---doesnt that count for anything?

SwedeMstr: why are you so finished with everything?

i moinsdetrois u: because thats the only way things will get better.

SwedeMstr: how

i moinsdetrois u: i have to start over.

SwedeMstr: how the fuck do u think things will get better?

i moinsdetrois u: regain trusts ive lost.

SwedeMstr: what are you talking about

i moinsdetrois u: its called thinging about situations and not acting on impulses.

SwedeMstr: what trusts ahve u lost that you need to regain

SwedeMstr: your moms?

i moinsdetrois u: everyones trust.

SwedeMstr: like who?

i moinsdetrois u: my mom, the schools, band moms, and my dads ... the hardest trusts to lose at all.

SwedeMstr: listen to me. everyone is doing that. we all have to do that. its not just you. i have to get back a lot that ive lost because of all this. but no one else is willing to let such a great thing we all had go. you can still do that with me and lucy and jessie. because all of us have outgrown this "bad girl" shit.

SwedeMstr: thats all voer with. none of us are smoking, drinking, or anything anymore.

SwedeMstr: so we wouldnt stop you or pressure you or anything

SwedeMstr: just a normal friendship

SwedeMstr: like it used to be

SwedeMstr: cant you just forget this happened and try to get back to normal
.
i moinsdetrois u: when are you gunna realize that nothings going to change my decision.

SwedeMstr: im haing a hard time with that.

SwedeMstr: im so sorry.

SwedeMstr: but you were my best friend

SwedeMstr: ad im not letting you go.

SwedeMstr: dont make me do that.

i moinsdetrois u: your just making things harder on yourself

SwedeMstr: no you are! you havent thought for one fucking second have you?

SwedeMstr: about what thisll do to me?

SwedeMstr: the affects or anything?

SwedeMstr: do you even care?

SwedeMstr: has a single thought said "wow. mariahs rlly taking yhis hard" or anything?

i moinsdetrois u: FUCK YOU! IVE BEEN DOING A LOT OF FUCKING THINKING. THATS ALL I DO. DONT YOU DARE FUCKING TALK TO ME LIKE THAT.

i moinsdetrois u: sorry ive been busy trying to sort out all my problems.

SwedeMstr: okay. you like to handle your own problems. i know. im accepting that.

SwedeMstr: im sorry. but i cant do that. i need you krystal. doesnt that matter to you at all?

i moinsdetrois u: sure. but i cant do this.

i moinsdetrois u: i dont know how many times i have to say that to let it sink in.

SwedeMstr: it'll never sink in. because no matter what you'll always be my best friend. even if you dont wanna be. dont you love me? im not talking romantically.

i moinsdetrois u: leave me alone.

SwedeMstr: please no krystal.

i moinsdetrois u: ive told you a million times.

SwedeMstr: answer it.

i moinsdetrois u: stop being so god damn dramatic.

SwedeMstr: im not being dramatic

SwedeMstr: i want to fucking know if u care.

SwedeMstr: because your fucking killing me.

i moinsdetrois u: fine then no i don’t

SwedeMstr: you really don’t

SwedeMstr: i dont think you mean that. and i think your doing this to yourself because you think you have to. and even if you regret it---youll stick to you cause you have to.

SwedeMstr: but i dont want that to happen. if you rlly dont love me or care at all---then what has the past year been?

i moinsdetrois u: i do have to.

SwedeMstr: why do you have to?

i moinsdetrois u: i have my reasons

SwedeMstr: can you please for old times sake...just tell me what they are. i would rlly appreciate that.

i moinsdetrois u: no

i moinsdetrois u: im going to bed.

i moinsdetrois u: leave me alone

SwedeMstr: fine but if you come back...i'll let you. and im not letting you go.

i moinsdetrois u: whatever.

You screwed Satan, kind of like you screwed me, but obviously with different mechanics. The woes of a lesbian.

You sort of laughed at me when I tried to kiss you, seduce you, in the BIG HUGE room of BIG HUGE mirrors and so did everybody else present, but I didn't tell you that. It was sort of a big hate-fest of Mariah, and I'm ashamed that my mind had you present. We did get far, but you shrugged it away because honestly, you didn't want it. Honestly.

And I don't think you want to talk to me, now. I can't blame you because I'm stark raving mad and an idiot to boot. I really don't mean to treat you like Krystal because I love talking to you. You make me feel better about everything. But I think I'll cut back. it starting to weird me out. Not to mention what it does to you, I'm sure.

When you started to bleed, I guess I freaked out, and it made you go away. It was my fault, I'm sorry, but dream-Anna was not forgiving. God, imagine if I fucked up royally in real life. Would you leave like everyone else did?

Sordid, moan, bitch and whine, I'm warning ya, that's all I do. Usually, unless I'm talking to you because your energy honestly seeps through the computer and soaks my turkey sandwich---thanks a lot Anna! haha

Yes, my memory is melting! I can't even remember the way you felt on my skin, or tasted, or smelled or anything---I think it's high time for a reunion! You should let that deep inhalation out before you suffocate; I am not a drug addict, well not exactly. anymore, I swear! I think I swear to much and and is muttered too much as well, I'm sorry!

But I felt miserable when you got hurt, and I tried making up for it. I tried my best like I would've in real-life if I had known how Chicago would end up. I knew I would never see you again, and I've resigned myself to that fact. You haven't though,and for once it's weird not to be begging someone, especially a girl.

My dreams have missed you, and that BIG HUGE room of BIG HUGE mirrors is completely shattered for you.

I read those things you said today and they still hurt. You were right. Times change, but people don't.

"i moinsdetrois u: we gain and lose friendships and we become better people along the way and learn"

fuck you. you haven't become a better person, and I'm the one who's learned.

you'll be in my future.

When your life has been reduced a whiffel ball in the air, or bouncing off the concrete, a simple "I love you" is really all it takes. You said it tonight and how many times did I say it first whether to you or in my head? I'd like to hear it from your voice, but I'm terrible on the phone, advanced by things I cant comprehend and how you make me sweat beads into my eyes.

I don't go to school on days when it seems pointless and today was ideal. I think I texted you but I'm sure it was horribly un-impulsive because I was half asleep when school started at nine.

"I've spent the time since March learning to hate you, trying to ignore my feelings for you, and I can't do it. I'll tell ya, it takes a real bitch to treat someone the way you treated me. I should know..."

I'd be happy to die for a taste of what Angel had. Someone to live for---unafraid to say I love you.

The scheme of all schemes has been plotted and I swear I took no part but I'm willing to bet my captainship that you'll be pissed and honey you'll have to deal with that. I lived here first, my picture is on the wall, and the photo albums have my face plastered on their pages. This is my territory and Patty feels the same way. You're honestly not welcome, but just like Mina, my cousin will have to learn from her own mistakes, but I am right about you.

When push comes to pull, you're too busy complaining about your mistakes to be there. You're watching the symphony and can't hear your best friend calling, crying, begging for help. And you don't give a damn, so neither do I. I've tried this hatred thing and it only makes more misery so I know you're a miserable person. I know you more than you think, Belle, and I always will. People don't just decide to move on and we're not finished here, I promise. See you Friday night.

Seven steps to remembering Anna Gaca

Maybe if daddy stops drinking and gets a fucking job--we can buy a pony!

But daddy's on fucking drugs with Tarick and those other smokin' tokin' band kids who surprise you when you're out.

Anna, I know I love you to death. you should too, but I don't think I'm in love with you. Not yet--at least, so we can still be friends! Mithridates, he died old. Why was Burton built on Trent? or does Burton film with Depp? Does houseman endorse the friend's preference for a tune to dance to, my sweet?

Poet, there's one thing only works: to work. This world is too much with us. And with famous lines from uncited famous guys, I can confuse dear Anna. I apologize for behaving outrageous...the clarinets coerced me into it!

You told me you had a holes in your pants, and fuck I didn't need to think of that in Economics. It's hard enough to focus without remembering your lesbian affair from far away who you hope to see again---and maybe even take a shower with. Can't we just have phone sex, and call it even?

If I'd known your pants had holes in them, baby I swear we'd get married. I get to ride home with prudence and his pants are baggy for 34's. I miss you, kiddo, and the tighter way your jeans seemed to fit.

You said I could get married, notice you forgot to say "we" which was the basic principle of the sentence I tried to fragment. that doesn't make sense. But either way, you wouldn't want to marry me and it's only in Boston, where her dad is plagued with cancer and the parade stops for Paul and his new girlfriend. I would marry you, but at 16, you need parental permission and I haven't met yours yet, for shame.

Again today, you don't reply, My privileges of texting are wasted without someone to talk to. Are you dead, or just lost your marbles? I could love you either way. Truly, it would be difficult to handle but I would go to your funeral. I would even smile for you because you have this fetish for teeth---and brushing them.

A floutist skipped woodwind class and I was sent to find our director! the texts came pouring in, and as a member, I was selected to search the school for a pregnant marcher---more difficult than it sounds!

In regards to our discussion last night, I couldn't tell, you're right.

There is absolute blinding light and I should be worried but there's no tunnel so I guess I'm safe, but tormented by 99 cent ice cream cones, dipped in caramel-sue, and cha-cha-ing on the radio. Anna, you have to check this out. Fly down this evening, I can hitchhike to OIA, I promise. Renovations--in regards to Home alone---Broken mirrors--because she grounded me from James---and this child with fangs who bites me because it appears I've trod on her foot. ave me quick! This ladder will not hold, I know, where did that rolling paper go? I'm ready for round two...figuratively and literally, and whatever words sounds similar. I have seen the mountains of plunder and the rolling hills of pigeons. Feed the birds! Toppins a bad, she sang, but it was drowned out by Power tools falling from the ceiling! There was more to write, but like lost little boy wondering New York city, I have run from them bu pressing delete because they sucked and were stupid and just oh-so Mariah. Now, how did you enjoy Part two of the free-weed escapade, Anna dear?

sdneirf?

You said to be impulsive.

"I hate people," I tell you. "and I hate when they come to my house. Especially kids. Go away children--you are violent and will drink all my water! Away!"

No, there is no water storage and honestly, they were here to work on an AP literature production of Dora the Explorer in relation to The Handmaid's Tale by Margarete Atwood. Nothing out of the ordinary.

"These kids are here for the show! what show? The Ballad of Mariah's failure, of course! And they drink more water than an elephant! I haven't the funds to restock!"

You told me water is free, but nothing comes cheap in this life, baby.

Get these kids out of here, she yelled but I can't let them loose in the rain; they'll melt because they are fake and unreal and I think in my imagination. Is this impulsive enough for you?

I didn't know hallucinations could drive but one is behind the wheel of a BMW. Wow, they are wealthy delusions! Can I convey to you, possibly, how insane I am, or how crazy you drive me with dwarves and Bilbo Baggans? I'm reading that book now to maybe get a feel of you, but the closest I come is cherry chapstick running me $3.99 a pack. Fuck this.

Now water is tragically pouring from the sky so I think I'll fill their empty water bottles with it! Ingenious! I am not on drugs, except your approval; the thing I get high off the most. No, I am drumming with the captain I think I have a crush on. Hey wait--I'm Gay and Moira lives within my blood, trickling lesbian literature and feminist rights of love. He was black but wet from the rain and now the cars have lined up to buy my new water, stolen from the clouds. I have all the wealth currently.

I hope the dwarves are not driving, how absurd would that be? Dwarves can't drive! Or if they are, at least sit them on a pillow, maybe some phonebooks so they can see. My eyes are not black nor blank so maybe I could be your audience? They have consumed all my lemonade and now I am lemonadeless. When life gives you lemons, you paint blue poster boards with them. Hurry, the kids are cartwheeling--give them fingerpaints or death!

Talk to me, Anna, like you did last night. Your defeated silence is absolute torture and resigns me to converse with these vivid fairytale people. Please, kill me with your gold, little devil, and take mercy on this impulsiveness I'm poorly attempting to adopt. Lindsey is not here, so will you be my Krystal? Be my pop-up Sex website when I'm trying to study history and hush me when I cry because I was Jealous of your Leonardo Dicaprio doll the entire time. I'm vein, but it's vital you understand how sick I can make myself. I feinted today and sleep is something I am deprived of, marijuana is something I yearn for, but you are something I'm craving and I'll do anything to taste you.

That was not a pun. It was an anti-pun. It was bitter remorse for not doing to you what you did to me so you could maybe relive it as much as I do. Yes, I will follow you into the dark, into the city, and into the shower if you asked me. Anything you want---I'm there. I'd fly to Chicago tonight if I thought it would rewrite what we've done so the ending could be happy and not the repeat of what happened last year. I love you, I love you, I love you. But you're in love with the Joker.

straight chicks are the devil. And I bite my lip because the cut on my finger stings when i use it to press the keys. If you're going to preach about obsession, find a different audience because I won't heed your warning or advice. This is so typical, and it's Krystal all over again. Anna, you're a cancer and I need you to cut this out! I cant talk to you about missed opportunities in the showers we had, and the time we wasted. Nor can I discuss your gentlemen problems because honestly, I wish you'd proclaim lesbianism and ask me to marry you. that would be worth a trip to Boston.

You've said the unforgivable word, but I find it in my heart to forgive you.

"I intended in the best 'coming from someone who's had her tongue in your vag' way" you said, and I could hear it in your voice, the sounds you make when you talk and stuff. Those little things that really turn me on. Then i rambled on stupid stuff that I used to say to Krystal. hurtful stuff. painful stuff.

Leave me alone! You dont respond the way I want you too so I light up another cigarette and tonight, I'll try to forget you, Anna Gaca.

cocaine reds and purples

I think you are insatiable. I think you do this on purpose. Finally, I think you enjoy this distance because with space between, you don't have to face it. That's a coward move, and I don't appreciate your concern. I know mockery when I hear it.

Mamba, baby, and it's only 79 cents, I call you, what would you like from Walgreens? Though I haven't any money, I still walk out with a Monster energy drink and no one chases after me. They let me go as I let Grace when she slipped two redbulls in her purse.

I sliced open my finger, because you surprised me by covering my eyes with your firms hands while I was cutting the Skor box. Thanks for that, Not that blood makes me vomit or anything, really, I swear, I'm fine. That bandaid was unnecessary. If I'd fainted, I could've gone home, but then we'd have to spend time together which is completely irrational to suppose, my dear. Why would we want to be alone? Being in open areas allows us to pretend. We can continue our facade of platonic love, when I know you feel more, and I'm telling you, so do I.

I had to Ctrl+Alt+Del that message because it spammed my computer and wasted my typing because my eyes were trained on the keyboard. Applause, do you hear it? It's for an encore of the show you're putting on, and, buddy, it isn't impressive. In case you weren't aware, that was mockery at its finest.

If you pull out your comb one more time and try to brush your unruly sex-driven hair, I will cut your arm. That's absolutely true, because if I hit a vein, you'll die and I would attend your funeral. It would be tragic, but I could handle it. I lost your carpool, and I can lose you too and so you are indispensable, but I love you all the same.

I could understand her urge to ease the pain. We all felt it, myself included surprisingly. I tried not to blame her for cutting herself; it's a disease, I said, her mind wasn't straight. That's what I responded when people asked their nosy questions. My heart knows the truth. She knew what she was doing. She could not withstand this life and so she made a decision and killed herself. The reason, I think, that her suicide was so shocking for the adults is that she was too smart for her own good. She did not cut on her wrists, where scars were visible. Instead, the blade would slice her upper thigh and I would trail behind with petroleum jelly to help protect her battle wounds. I never said a word. I never passed any judgement. When I told her I was officially gay, the cuts became deeper, wider, and I felt responsible. She cut at her legs, where skirts could shield them, and the only time a knife grazed her left arm was when she deliberately punctured a vein and bled to death a week ago. They had no warning, those people with their delusions, no preparation or foreshadowing. But I suspected it months before I was informed. Being the enemy, however, what did I have to prove? She might still be alive if I had motivation? No, She would still be resting in her coffin, only I would be right next to her. My eyes closed in the same fashion, and my homecoming dress from freshman year ruffled around me in an attempt to look less doll-like. I miss her smell already.

I squeezed in a size five charcoal sleeveless dress this morning and realized how much weight I gained. Maybe I eat in sadness, while she tore her body.;A tight fit. I wore my school shoes because mother always preached there was only one reason to buy black leather shoes, and private school was it. I would've worn black socks, but they were dirty from band practice again. Laundry was never my style. I pleated my hair and dutifully trudged to the crowd of mourners, trying to imagine I wasn't a prisoner finally leaving death row.

Funerals are not worth the words. They are boring, dreary, and very melodramatic, not to mention quiet. The folks will attempt to ignore the fact that she violently killed herself and they had failed to notice before it was too late. No, that's not appropriate or necessary to say aloud, though I will, once I regain the ability to speak. I thought of her reaction to that; she'd be pissed, and angrily would mutter that the purpose of suicide was to draw attention. Yes, my best friend would fume at this charade and then she'd put them in her place. An ironic choice of words, because after the gentlemen in his robe finished his nonstop sermon about God loving his lost souls, we buried my best friend and essentially put her in her place. It made me laugh during the eulogy. I was the victim of uncanny glares and stars of offense. As if I care. She was going to live through me now, her mind intertwined with mine, so it was time to adopt the bad-ass attitude. Those old bitches could fuck themselves. I was back in town; it felt good to swear, and sound like her in my head, but could I say out loud?

I realized why I left this place after the funeral; because we have one breakfast diner, family owned, and their hash-brows are exceedingly shitty and unbearable. She would never eat here and now I understand why. Not only that, but it was packed by a sea of black clothe this morning, fresh from the cemetery, and that was the ENTIRE town, save one.

"Nothing's gonna harm you...
A Christian in every sense, obviously this is news. Atheists can be the future, but Catholicism will always be there. I could not prevent this, and why would I want to? If God is her way of unwinding, while I light up a cancer stick, then I suppose it's the better of the evil.

The blueprint stains cover a tattoo paid for in bitterness and pain. The blood, it drops like the rain on the window when the wipers stopped working the smoke started bellowing. When the little girls in their princess costumes are reminded they can do anything they set their mind to. Do we need another seven months like this? Take your pole and shove it somewhere safe, then grab your boyfriend, try to kiss him, but he laughs at Anger which is irony at it's finest. Walk up the stairwell trudging towards defeat and torturous civility, and I'm there. Surprise?

I will save the boxes withholding the truth because it stabs more than you cannot imagine in that conceited skull of yours. What Would Anna Do? She would not have done that to herself, like I should not have. Lucy said I'm strong, but Lucy's got enough on her plate because Jessie and Joe couldn't wait and the drama didn't abate just because I went away. These kids are lost in the privileges they possess and I want to kill you all.

I cried again, when Jacob saw me and I thought he was going to take me away, but he didn't. And Danielle's little brother, while she was busy with Kerry, and Theresa was in love with Gabi and I'm jealous because I could've had that with Belle if she'd let me, let her, let US.

They sang to me in Perkins, and the spitballs on the mirror play judge to the nonexistent smiles and cigarettes hurriedly inhaled out front while they had their talk. The food was satisfactory, but the fun was higher and wider than the book I should've been reading for AP Literature.

I'm not a fan of your storybook life. I chose what happened.

...not while I'm around..."

Around, I'm, Not, While,

You eluded me for almost seven months. You avoided me, hid from me, and teased me with your absence. I resorted to other methods of your purpose, using and abusing, throwing away the waste like garbage, which it technically could be defined as. It was a horrible frame, there was terrible quality, and honestly, I was embarrassed when I showed people and the looks on their faces understood that I was only compensating for the loss of you and your handy companionship. I missed you digital camera.

There are stains on the back of my T-shirt from oil and moldy backseats after french fries, mops, and overheating engines. The rain was inviting and refreshing when I walked home in untied forest converse and Bishop moore Hornets shorts. The game is scheduled, but tonight was a waste, though the pizza behind was satisfactory. My standards are too high, I tell myself, and inside I agree.

I explained myself in full but I cant understand why I should be treated like the plague. I did everything for you. Why shouldnt I be proud for being the best friend I could? It wasn't good enough for you, but I learned about best friends. They suck. and I hate you. Can I not go one fucking blog without writing about how you left me? It was fucking March. GET OUT OF MY HEAD!! Im sick of this, either talk to me or leave my brain alone because this constant reminder of where you're at, and where I've landed myself is enough to insert suicidal thoughts, which you would call "dramatic and" I would retort "reality" because you couldn't handle the life I've lived; am living, bitch. You'd die. and you fucking know it.

Everytime I think of you, I remember how much I loved you, and how much I still, to this day, after everything that's happened, feel for you in the bottom of ym heart. I know what love feels like. and When i think of you, it makes me want to vomit because I can't take it. Once I'm done recalling how much I cared, I turn to thoughts of how you didnt.
What kind of person would completely abandom their so-called best friend, when you knew how I felt, the day BEFORE I GOT FUCKING EXPELLED! This is what I get for everything I did for you? Fuck you, and Fuck anything you ever said or will say. You wont be captain and You'll be miserable your whole life.

And then you FUCKING TOLD YOUR MOM THE BIGGEST SECRET I HAVE! I fucking hate you. I hate you for invading my thoughts and my actions and my memory and my brain and my nose and my skin and everything that's supposed to be just mine. You ruined me, but, no it's okay, as long as you're able to move on, and you're happy with the backstabbing lying bitch you've become. I'll see you tomorrow night. Now I finally feel how you feel about me. Are you fucking satisfied now?

Fluer de fuck you.

"I'll Cover you...

So the boy from her purple pants called during my economics paper and I thought he was a creeper ready to rape me. But he'll be in Orlando come October and that definitely wont be the case because his feelings are reserved for the same person that I hold in my heart. The definition of "It's Complicated..."

There's a casual khaki parade to prepare for, but I showed up in the smelly old band uniform, bibers buttoned and jacket zipped, ready to go, with a collar creasing into my neck and giving me an extra chin; just what I wanted for Senior celebration day!

Well, at least we have an extra three minutes to get caught walking off campus with. That'll be extra nice and awesome, now I can die from nicotine withdrawal like my good friend, who's name will be nameless since nameless really hasn't got a name, I swear!

The Gravitation Environmental Impact of a Lab with my partner, Chase, can turn your brain and make you wish for regular Chemistry re-take. I can pull at the shirt, but basically, if it's too small it wont fit...maybe I should transfer to Bishop Moore though I swore I would never utter than sin again, I can't help but wish for her happiness and perhaps mine as well.

Awkward phone calls will make me feel worse than answering incorrectly in the class I cannot stand because math is not my strong section. I'd rather file paper work or cut myself with spiral notebooks in my AP Literature class. I'm proud of him and his secret society, while I have to fit in this one we actually recognize. I'd rather run around in capes and kill the babies of saints, wouldn't anyone in my predicament? Of course, we covered our tracks by saying we were collecting donations for the Edgewater high school Band Drive, pretty clever, eh?

Yeah, we made our point when that bitch forgot to answer the door and her one-eared dog tried to eat me, The token white girl pulled out a piece of raw Tuba and away went the beast because like Ross Ward, we all hated The Tuba of Disgrace, in a Low-Brass Disaster almost always. Scratch that, not almost, just ALWAYS.

I don't know this people, but they seem to know who I am because they giggled once they saw how long the overalls fell, over my arched sneakers, made for uncomfortable marching failure. Even Jere the Bear had something to say with Tarick on his heels, as always, because with one, comes the other, and that's a package deal. Like Gage and Anna and their impending happiness which I suppose I'm hoping for since she's straight and that's a turn-off either way. That just might be the funniest joke we ever had because it's all I remember to this day. It's been seven months, apt time to get the fuck over it, when I was once immature.

Maybe I'm your poster child for "should've been held back a grade" but she's reaching my level and captain of the black and gold brigade, not for long, since Collage is mine, at least I hope, Keeger promised in June. Three miles won't get you far, but I'm sure you'll learn your lesson, kid. There's push-ups and planks, just take your pick while I sit on my ass and devour fresh grapes, cause a successful bus ride takes quiet time to learn the stakes, before you make mistakes in the halftime show we learn to hate.

So when I'm falling asleep in my bed, I'm curious as to what Made Milwaukee Famous and how you live with yourself when you know I hold a power like no other, like the one you had last year but you abused and you had it coming, bitch.

Forget me not, because look what happened? I ended up here, on top. And I've never forgotten and it's never faded, how you treated me last march. Get ready to suffer cause it's straight from the heart, I do this because I love you, still love you, and absolutely hate that fact to death.

...When your heart has expired."

"I know it's crazy to think that your ever coming back
but just maybe you might be on your way.
I know I'm stronger without you ever coming back
I'd take weak me with you anyday."

Sink or Die

"I know you think that I shouldn't still love you, I'll tell you that.
But if I didn't say it, well I'd still have felt it, where's the sense in that?
I promise I'm not trying to make your life harder or return to where we've been.
I know I left too much mess and destruction to come back again
and I caused nothing but trouble, I understand if you cant talk to me again"

You ex-boyfriend is dating an Irish girl because he fell in love with Scotland this summer. I'm single and heartbroken, interested in chicks, Anna, and the boy I lost my virginity too. Of course, I'm still ragingly in love with you, but you don't approve and I understand you more now that I've read the first two novels in the Twilight Series. You are my Bella, Belle, though we know that's not your nature. quit acting like Rosalia and except my gaping proposal, I may not talk to you, but it's always open, like my door, my heart, my mind, and my mouth as I watch you make the biggest mistake of your life with that red-haired wannabe rocker fat ass. I' m ten times the companion he can even imagine and you know it. People don't change, time just passes by, and you are the same Krystal you were back in Sophomore Biology, helping me torture Mrs. Bonanno. I can tell that your previous vision of me and my alluringness has faded, but mine is still up for you and it's waiting. Come home, baby, I miss you.

The National Convention is waiting, But government is pushed aside when the mind is consumed with you and the smell of your skin. I bought petroleum jelly because I hear it heals the cuts, but I guess we'll see won't we? or actually, we wont see because that's the point of the cream. I love you, I want you, I need you, but you don't return the favor so I fuckin hate you and if I die, it's all your fault.

Two layers, please.

This phone might ring while I'm in the shower, so leave a message I'll never check. Am I to ignore the crowd because I don't agree with them? They spit on my grave and I should answer, there's no logic in that. I will not be your project and the source of your rising confidence, No, I will not. Tackled through the passenger seat window, breaking the Ipod in regret, and remembering how he passed me a bag in the hallway. I think the mirror broke because I threw my shoe at it, but it could've fallen down from ancient nails. When that mind consuming rage radiates through my skin, I cant control it and I'll apologize in advance for the money in damages I'm sure to cost. I'm a liability and not worth insuring, I know.

Now i've cut my bangs and painted my nails, so I'm brand new and ready for shipping. handle with care because this is a fragile package and is there anybody ready to glue the peices back together, I doubt it sincerely.
Kill me in my baseball T and CVS uniform, because I'd rather die doing something I hate than while I'm actually enjoying myself. it's strung and euphoric cause I only got a 980 while a 1270 is what I got on my real one last November with actors unimaginable.

"A little gossip.
a little chat.
a little talk of this and that.
I'll tell him all the troubles I've had
and since he doesnt hear,
at least he won't feel bad"

The Bloody SAT cd

These kids and their tails, like monkeys on the branch, forcing holes in the windows from chairs and desks. His arm was bleeding, but there was fabric available and I was going to dye it anyways, so at least I saved money on red paint. I don't want to see your face anymore, but the swirls on my T-shirt resemble you and all the fucked up shit you did. It's like the mighty have not only fallen, but broken a few bones and been humiliated on the way down. You created this tension, but I'm glad for it. It gives me something to cut with this boy scout knife I found at a garage sale at no charge because I sipped it in my pocket before the old man knew it. "Sneaky is getting thievery past the elderly."

Rachel. Her name is Rachel and she's a beautiful half Asian, quarter white, and quarter Spanish baby. I think she's almost, what, four months old. Her mother was an inspiration for me in Law and I once bought weed from her dad before selling it back to him and tonight he settled the debt by purchasing cigarettes for me. I would've gone to the game, but the lake called, and I can't hang up on a friend that close, not when Denny's is open and My invitation got lost in the mail, apparently. This isn't a life I dream of, but something I can write for, I suppose.

Mikael is a rockstar. Playing his passion and throwing his emotion into lyrics and words in conversations we have while driving. When we agree, it's harmony, and I feel as though finally I am understood. But if things go bad, and I start to feel uncomfortable, I'm brought back to bus rides upfront and kissing while on the phone with my real boyfriend because I was just using him to get close to Belle, Literally.

There's baggage to fill a 747 transcontinental flight with this girl and this band, and this future, and there's no one I know who's willing to carry it in the long term. Not even Mikael, or Chris. And maybe it's a girl who can handle it better, but not Anna. She's too young.

She's small and young, but mature and absolutely astonishing to me in every way she does or doesn't do her purpose in life, but she's still 16 and I feel like a little kid, begging for her attentions.

And when there's werewolves and vampires spinning in your head, with football games and old school rivalries fueling the pain, nothing can be done and blankly you will stare into your computer screen with the music from the day that made you rethink your life and realize that you are dead.

Dear Bishop Moore,

I haven't written in a few entries because I believed we might be seeing each other soon. I was wrong. And I'm never writing to you again.

As Never,
Mariah.

Hymen me.

In English, let's say we miss the bunk bed travesty, though I put the basement ordeal out of my mind when I think of your body and mine, started to collide until I chickened out. My fault, I digress, but I was nervous and you grew since the last time we fucked, so I was bleeding. I never wished for blue balls to occur and now you say it never happened, but boy your memory of our sexual encounters are imprecise and always implicating that I was the instigator. Liar. When we speak, the everlasting bump on my head itches and I shiver to imagine your ceiling fan if it had been on full speed when it gracefully knocked my guts all over the top bunk's sheets. sorry for that, but your boxers stayed clean and so did I, because of Patrick and his eighth grade sense of humor. I'm still holding that grudge because The womanhood i possessed faded and you barely got to climax. No fair.

The grass is a light mauve where I stand, and you're on my front porch again, skateboard in hand, giving me hugs and telling me it's alright. We never would've lasted since the sex was all we knew, and when two people lose their virginity's to each other, I think a lesbian is born somewhere in the U.S.

I'm proud to have been with you, the fox of the hunt. But I loved my spot with Paul and now it's all been lost. If I cling to your majesty, parties, and jokes, please don't shrug me off because the thing about our relationship---it never seems to truly be over. You never really left, even when I kicked you out, swore at you, hit you, and hated you. We came together again and you saved me, Jacob Crisco, once in Lee Middle and now at Edgewater, I'm forever in your debt.
On the third hand, there's a horny vampire in a book I'm reading, reminding her to invade my dreams, and a rifle routine has learned to relax me while we can eavesdrop of Bishop Moore's excuse for a halftime show. I stick my hand down my throat while Mujeur tells me to cut it out. I am ashamed but glad I did it because Mrs Kane and mom talked but I refuse to return to hell now that I've gotten out.

I'm going to graduate from here with Rho Kappa chords on my neck and a diploma in my hand, stamped with stamps i cant imagine and walking away to a future of passion because I'm going to make something of myself, and I'll lie in my pasture every night, where the grass is just green and the weeds are just right.

disunderstandable

Filled with cigarette smoke, cars on empty tanks, and little girls with lice, my day was ultimately uneventful. If I contract that rash she has down there, I swear I'll kill myself and it would be a nice excuse to do it. They're a stubborn family, but can I blame them? She's the toughest girl I know and she reminds me of myself when I was trailing after Belle. Johnny Cash assembled a victory for my tears around noon and I almost fought a middle school teacher. In my defense, her attitude really was whack. There's this part of me that was exhausted but feeling edgy and anxious when I got home and sure enough, Edgewater called and I hate them even more, if that's possible. Their rules are unclear and procedures obscure, this will surely be the worst year of my life but I can't admit it. Honestly, I had loads of fun today but I could not enjoy it. I have nothing here and I want to go home. Home, Home. The Home I belong in.

I'm leaving this kidney stone alone and twisting this ankle to crawl an adventurous escape, full of daring and chivalry. My shins are purple from bruises and blows, while my arms have more holes than Camp Green Lake. I've avoided even seeing him since Thursday and I've pretty much succeeded, whether that's good or bad. My math class changed to never see his face and if I regret it, too late anyways so deal, like everything else in my life.

Except one thing. I am the prodigal daughter. I am the one who took the bread and asked for more, or laughed as they roasted my side, and I'm ready to take what's mine. Bishop Moore is in my grasp, trickling through the spaces between my fingers as Mommy Barnash asks if Lindsey's happy. She's not and if she were here, my life would be serene. I could handle life ten times more if we could reunite and forget the losers in our lives.

Live in Orlando, there's a show for poverty and breast cancer, whatever, to raise awareness, or anything else subjective. I was loved the same and watched Hannah Montana with infected children all morning, with plans to re-attend the establishment of so-called learning. This is why my life is to a point where death is simply inviting.

The wind was blowing my nostrils closed and my exhaled smoke all wiry through the car with children in it. Know better than to open your mouth around adults you cant comprehend because their accents are off and opinions are insecure. I did not miss anyone today. I missed myself. I got eagle eyes following my every step and if I trip it's over, back to basics, and going home, though I heard from Bon Jovi that it's easier when you comply. I can't go home. I say I cant go back. And I don't care where you've been, buddy, but quit bragging how awesome your hometown is and try to actually produce something real for once. Though i bought your song on itunes if only to die with it's falling chords.

I have sweat to emit and curly hair to knot and check for lice, so I am an ostrich with the head in the sand, etc.

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Dear Bishop Moore,

I wore your colors proudly. I smiled with loyalty, defended your constant evasiveness, and kept myself delighted with your array of activity cocaine. I got high off your simple pleasures like gourmet food from Aramark, Lockers inside a classroom with an insightful teacher, and lights on at every corner. Bishop Moore Catholic High School is not a dark place, that's for damn sure, but my eyes are finally adjusting to the quality of light in Edgewater, so I'm not sure it's worth coming home to you. This picture is the only one I have as proof that I once wore a uniform---and you can't even see the skirt. Well enough, because it was too short either way, but the point is that I could not stand you. To some degree, The feeling has not abated, but only calmed down a tiny bit. I'm not over it, and I pledge my revenge, but I can be your friend and remain civil. You can't do the same. This time--it's your fault.

As Always,
Mariah.

Forgive me Lingelbach.

I have my headphones in because I'm trying to ignore you. I've got a heart on the sand in Iraqi land, and if I can't cope, please cut me a slice and try to understand. Of the two evils, I suppose this is the lesser, though it's the worst I could imagine. I've lost my edge, if I ever had it, and I know now that everything good will someday end and that's part of life. Because if everything was always good, we wouldn't need a God to pray to and that's where the money is, evidently. Yes, I've got those sticky digits and I set them loose in your donation basket, forgive me for I'm a loser and winning was never the trend either way. There's this superstition about 11:11 and I blame it for the reason my life is a horrible conflict of suck and blow, because I wished for tranquility. Because I begged for peace and for help with that cheesy one-liner I said when she knocked on my door the first night. She was tempting my empty bed and I don't think there's anyone to accuse for what I am because I know I was born this way. So call it coming out, call it anything you'd like, but I think I'm gay. Actually, I'm pretty sure I am interested in the female persuasion. So shoot me. A dagger through my eye, and a knife to the clitoris, I'll take it for someone who shares the passion I have yet to muster and have reciprocated. There's an hour til the hour and I'm shaking fingers to breasts, the bones protruding through my chest, and mom banging on the door with a softball bat signed by a football player for the Jacksonville Jaguars in 2000. Dry as the Lake I know for sure I once saw in my head that day in the desert on a football field lacking water from sprinklers installed with my tax money, my nerves are pulsing like veins and you can see them through my skin, blue like the water I wish would pour, but never will because, let's face it, that's too much to ask for, right? Edgewater's the Devil, and it won't rain in Hell, so the heat is what I get used to with the dark people around being my executors, though aren't I supposed to be in charge? There's a loophole clause allowing me to write this because flag burning is legal but short shorts will send you home the fourth time with that D.J. junior lady barking her insanities and telling us how she must compensate for a failed marriage and children that hate her at twenty-three, a spite like Belle will always have for me, my kin, my kind, and my mind, but I couldn't give less of a piccolo player's cute blond hair. The horoscope she hordes will read tomorrow morning: The environmental wizard's ideals on Ron Paul are sure to fuck you over, so back off because he's not your type, hence he possesses male genitalia and that's such a turn-off. I'll placate the caring lover, the one who's wounded worst, and I'll do my best to make it clear how I don't expect retribution and how I think she should go for it with the effort of a raging beast I know she has in her because lord knows, I messed around with that monster all hours of the night and gave sweat and moans to the beautiful terror. and that's how I operate, but we're different people and I can't help with problems I don't estimate correctly. Probability and Statistics is teaching me that and I smile with each lesson I attribute to the real world and the inner working of a party I never knew existed until this very day I switched lunch periods and the grass was truly green. Now, I write this blog instead of an essay on Adam Smith because free enterprise is less appealing than texts of an orgasmic nature and questions of sexuality prose. I've resigned myself to reading Twilight against my better judgement after finding The Host was the greatest piece of fiction literature ever created and the person who introduced me to it is now a long-shot crush, with gorgeous red hair and a body to shoot an archer through the eye. I have a thing for red heads, I guess, which makes me laugh and lose my concentration so I fall down fourteen steps of almost white carpet strewn with broken hangers collapsed in the closet and relocated to the bedroom floor, ready to tumble my balance in all ideas of direction, surprise. We're sleeping on my couch, getting off a picture high, and passing out before the big game we're no longer apart of. And it's amusing because none of my best friends go to school with me. Lindsey is in Connecticut, the worst state of the fifty, Mikael has already graduated, Jacob remains at Bishop Moore, and Chris is in some Baptist Academy near Hunter's Creek, and, Anna, as we know, is still in Naperville where I would give my pinky to be, even if it meant never sipping tea poshly again. For sure, I will dress as an Aborigine and toss those crates over the boat for a cause I'm certain won't die. Because in the end, Rebellions settle disputes and I'm trying my best to deal.

Little Bit, or not, I said I'd sleep with him if worst came my way, and there's no time like the present, so I ignore that he has a girlfriend and try to imagine what our other friends will say. I live unhealthily vicariously through their misery and that's a weakness I'm working on. As well as procrastination, which is what I'm doing now, but at least it's a useful stimulate to save my sanity, or what's left from last March. So, yes I have prove that Josh wasn't here but there was Chris and Mikael and Jake, Jacob, Jordan, and Nick-Nick. I have to distinguish between the one who hurt me and the one I treated badly because the bus rides for band were way to encouraging without the squeals of delight for following yet another trend set by my friends. No i am not jealous so shut your fucking mouth and wipe that smile off, I hope you drown in your spit and cry the blood I dreamed of stealing from your rock-hard body I touched and caressed in secret then and still in secret today because I never told anybody and I don't think you did either. Thanks for that because I wasn't attempting to be a slut, she had that covered but I don't hold it against her, it's not my bag to carry. Offended? You bet your Bishop Moore diploma and graduation robe I am. If you want her, take her, cause I don't need this anymore. Oh god, his instant message gives me frenzies of the spine, while his texts are making me sigh from irritation. There's this unsnazzy CVS jazzy music reverberating through the cell phone I can't afford so let me taste the fruit of the womb, voluntarily from that Mary-chick in that book that starts with B. I'll never read it again, i swear, though I know it by heart anyways. So thanks, again, BM, I guess, but I really should go write that paper on my bud, Adam Smith.

"I tried to be perfect It just wasn’t worth it Nothing could ever be so wrong It’s hard to believe me It never gets easy I guess I knew that all along If you believe it’s in my soul I’d say all the words that I know Just to see if it would show That I'm trying to let you know That I’m better off on my own."