"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..."