It's the bitch of living.

"There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold and she's buying a stairway to heaven. And when she gets there she knows if the stores are all closed with a word she can get what she came for.

There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure cause you know sometimes words have two meanings. In a tree by the brook there's a songbird who sings sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.

There's a feeling I get when I look to the west and my spirit is crying for leaving. In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees and the voices of those who stand looking.

And it's whispered that soon, if we all call the tune, then the piper will lead us to reason. And a new day will dawn for those who stand long and the forest will echo with laughter

If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now, it's just a spring clean for the may queen.Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run there's still time to change the road you re on.

Your head is humming and it wont go, in case you don't know, the pipers calling you to join him. Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow? And did you know, your stairway lies on the whispering wind.

And it makes me wonder."

---Stairway to heaven, Led Zeppelin

There's a small sliver of hope for happiness all the way in Colonial. I want it, I want it, I want it soooo bad. I'll be the Meruca, crying and whining for an Oompa Loompa and I'll pay you in hard work if it means I can march with your guard.

I'd go to Boston for you. I would follow you there, I almost did the first time, kiddo, when you went to Chicago instead. There's no "R" in ejected or "fuck you" but I'm sure you've gotten my point.

I'm not a divorce. I do not pretend. I am not a nervous wreck and I am never lost for words. The cat gets whipped for biting my tongue and the horses know better no matter the weather to never kick the bucket at me. I don't put effort in the way that I look because I'm confident no matter what I wear. I am outgoing, fun, exciting, witty, and intelligent. I keep my distance from people who I think will hurt me. I separate myself from painful situations and I never EVER get stressed. I am the new, re-newed, and re-written Mariah and my middle name now stands for "Bitch."

I've got a sure stairway to heaven, do you think? Do they think I want this? Oh who knows? I've got Economics, Government, and an awesome rock box for AP Environmental with no sense of accomplishment because it has been ordained to suck ass.

kill me with those apples, stab me please with your kiwi, I will allow this food fight torture in this thing I call my head. Pick me up now and then drop me I just need to find a bed, I'm will fuck your living brains out or just choose to die instead. It's the bitch of living. As it were, she's speaking creole and I can't translate a word. Now my phone will collapse in vibrate as they lock the parking gate, I know you're good in life girl and you know I think that's great. It's the bitch of living. Inventing your own words. It's the bitch of living and getting shot down like the birds. Does she see my suicide? Will she give a shit? Maybe when I'm dead. Please ready me a casket, I think I'll prove her worth. This cant be it...Oh god, what a bitch.

I'll stop a fucking war for you.

so when I looked in the mirror this morning, I saw the person I didn't want to become. The girl who cares for meaningless reminders alluding to an enjoyable, or less pleasant, existence at a riddiculous highschool with children who never learned to share. The captain who cant get off her vices, let alone attend an entire week of school. The little baby who needs to get over stuff, and let the trivial trials of almost normal occurances slip past because in the real world, they never matter.

I guess the mirror taught me something. Because I realized I am that girl. I will always be that girl. There is no reason for me to pretend. I try all the time, but I am the epic failure of the better part of College Park.

They stole my makeup. I'm whining like a three-yr-old but I dont give a shit. It was my idea first, they saw it and called it theirs. That is fucking stealing. If it were a paper, it would be plagerism and punishable by law. Thats wrong. There's nothing I can do about it and while that black eye heals I hope you think of me and get as pissed as I am tonight. I hope you cut your goddamn wrists like you did when you hated your moms boyfriend, how you were when Jordan could get his dick hard enough to fuck you, and when you realized that I wasn't the best thing in the world for you. You want to discuss secrets? I'll write a fucking book about you. With your name, your address, and everything you ever told me, honey. I'll start a fucking war for you. I'll stop one, if I have to. Anything to make you feel the way I do. You could use a healthy dose of reality and pain.

Half my problem is is melodramatization. If I didn't already know that, I would be dressing up in my white polo shirt and plaid grey skirt every morning instead of dirty jeans and wrinkled tees.

so shoot me, I'm finished with your accusations through texting, your open theivery of things you know will hurt me, and words you flip out like last nights garbage, full aware that it will kill me. Because I have No self-esteem. and I cant get over it. Or you, really.

please, just give me back my life, my mind, and my thoughts and I swear we'll call it even. I'm sorry I pulled your hair.

Normal Adolescent Behavior

Somehow she manages to take the most boring pictures with a vibrant camera lens. And she'll mess with her makeup, toss around that hair, grit those cocaine stained teeth at me, as if I'm the reason she can't get off. I'll wear too much and be a raccoon, nocturnal and obsessed with things that shine. Thats why I'm attracted to girls, no lie, they sparkle with feminine glory, no doubt. My junk, consists of love and passion, intertwined, as I'm trying to relive you with me in those rainbow sheets. Headfirst sliding into orlando's pool, covered in paint and sweat and something else we won't mention, but it's milky and white, and fuck, a tad bit blue as well.We were a family, I know we were. We stopped the sex after we got our morals, and the drinking was over, the smoking was done, yet I still had a beer in my hand, and cigarettes stuffed between my fore and middle finger. Take your stupid pictures, I haven't a care and you have nothing I want, my dear. Put them on your websites, I promise not to tell a soul or tag you as the latest cross-county bag of slut, which you are and always were and most likely always will be.Darling, don't cry. I can't stand to see that face and that mascara trailing down like little ants scurrying in their lines. You are an ant, to me at least, and if I get the chance, you can be assured, I will step on you with all the force of my broken foot laced in a new green converse shoe. Here's the best part, she wrote better at thirteen than I do at seventeen and I hate her for it with all the love I despise of her.

When Axle was all tripped out on roses, I was there. When he cut his wrist while crying by the dumpsters behind the bowling alley, I wrapped the scars. When we were in the movie theatre and Queerman had a panic attack and they stopped the film, turned on the lights, and almost called the paramedics, when in reality he was just shocked by something I said to him about sex...the next night, when he lost his virginity and wanted to kill himself for pounding into a girl like an animal. When the tall drunk girl almost died because I let her drink too much even though I knew people with diabetes can't do that. When the slut of 2009 moved. To Conneticut and left me here where we got seventh place and we've yet to talk, though I have dreams about it constantly.When Lu was on stage and inspired to help her brother get off drugs because she hated it so much she did it with Chris every weekend while I was in Chicago. Or how JessiKem mananged to hid from me from two months that she had been arrested for stealing earrings from Claire's. How much I was in love with Belle, How i tried to conceal it, and how every day during free period I would explain to Megan Morgan, the prodigy and delightful heiress, that no matter what, I could never date the irresistable "Kevin."Those were the best days of my life, but it's all fucked up now. Lu and JessiKem were supposed to be best friends, but ever since Joe broke up with Lu and dated JessiKem before dumping her and going back out with Lu, they're on the fritz. and Even Krystal had issues when she stole Josh from JessiKem who liked him first, and they're still dating, but Krystal's ex, Bob is now dating Emma, who's Kaleigh's best friend, and she's the only one I hang out with now and then. Or we could go into last year, How Jacob kissed Lucy and then told me he wanted me and then kissed Jessie the very next day. Or even Mikael, who liked all four of us and changed his mind constantly about being gay. Jeremiah, who he dated, who also dated Jessica, who I happen to have an enormous crush on. It's confusing and insane, and I cant remember how I ever lived through it.Maybe I didn't and I'm now coming off the best high of my life. I can only hope as much.

Excludes Prescriptions, Alcohol, Gift Cards, Lottery, Money Orders, Postage Stamps, Pre-paid cards and Tobacco Products.

They are lettering material and I am composing tarmac. Hell yes, I find irresistibleness with girls. No, I'm not lesbian; I'm straight as the yardstick he slapped me with when I told him I thought he smelled bizarre. There were boys with boy effects and boy language and boy procedures and I enjoyed them. Boy odor, boy chortle, and boy smirk. I enjoyed those six months-- "the boy months of 2008"

here is no girl I'm in love with--I just think they're pretty, is all. Women have a way with articulation, with imagery, and splendor like never understood by men. Men try to inscribe it, but Shakespeare hadn't an accommodating inkling. He never met the incomparable Anna Gaca.

Out of six-hundred twenty-five-- three-hundred forty-two actually reveal being in love with female counterparts. This is not a suggestion. This is unpolluted happenstance because I am not in love with a girl and I will marry when I grow up---not to a girl. Well, maybe if a girl was ever like the girl I met in Chicago. It's peculiar...she's not even the same girl as back in July. Or at least, in my mentality, she's dissimilar. Pedestal, pedostool, either way, she's up there, but that doesn't mean I'm in love with her! Boys are adequate for now, thank-you.
But one day---NO. I am not in love with girls, I have a high regard for their tenderness. I just emulate the untainted delicateness, the general elegant curse they plant into everything around them. Girls are just pleasing, no matter what, and they always will appeal to me, but I am not in love with girls!

I dreamt I walked athwart Lake Michigan, but Michigan wasn't on the other side, Los Angeles was, and I was pissed for trying to contact Chicago and failing epically. Like I said; the distinction between concrete and asphalt, the peak of stairs in a six-story building. Word, you’re killing me. You’re piercing and sharpening and making it bleed. These jade underlines and scarlet squiggly lines are driving me insane. I heard that word is valued. I agree. But how long until they get that way? They can’t just go on the page and instantly they are magically precious. There has to be something—an incantation, maybe? So something I’m missing. If you figure it out, call me Al. I’ll be at the bottom of lake Michigan, holding onto the oxygen tank for dear life, and still searching for the Emerald City underwater.

It’s an ornery day full of strange occurrences, so please excuse the sheer mariahness of a covert operation.

Sour skittles

I now have three feet and the balls to say that crocs are the ugliest shoe-thing to ever have been produced, I hate them like I hate your smile, your nose-twitching, and your ability to make me laugh when I'm about to kill a man, or woman, or whichever is more convenient, really.

That felt nice to scrape off my tongue. "He hasn't got taste buds yet, silly," she giggled, and I just sat to pout for an extra hour while the kid was changed, fed, and burped. I wish I was given that much attention for crying and bitching about life.

I had one shot, one chance, one opportunity, to seize everything I ever wanted. I tried to capture it, but I let it slip. I filled out an early decision application (the one where you check saying that if you get accepted you will go no matter what) to the WRONG college. In my defense, it has the same name, but a different location, address, symbol, etc.

I meant it for Columbia College Chicago.
it went to Columbia College in South Carolina...

...This is why you need a prescription for the dosage of Oxy i swallowed before my shift.
It isn't outrageous, I swear, though I wish it were so maybe for once I could obtain your level of perception, just once.

My list of girls I gave you? was false because you are number one and always will be no matter what and who I meet.
you will be graceful in the mind of mariah. Always.

And in a perfect world, Krystal would be my best friend, I would be at Bishop Moore, but Anna and I would be planning to move in together in chicago at columbia once the semester started. and Krystal would visit, and I would visit her in whatever college she decided on, i guess. the future is all too murky where i swim, and the alternative universes are driving my brain inside itself. cor.

Did you know that i'm doing all of this stuff to end up in your blog? but i dont.
and i wont.

The curtain called, I'm out.

Constantly Risking Absurdity*

Hey, rie, the alarm is on.

yeah, i noticed.



Iambic in your marching,
formal with a white laced glove,
artistically stained with deep maroon blood.

At once, I found a path uncovered,
a life I strive to lose,
a game I did not participate,
a choice I failed to choose.

Tried to save this page for you, tried to be as strong.

I feel closer to the sky than you, because the Lexus is raised and I'm tilted on our axis. There were more than three fights today. Over something as ridiculous as a Bishop Moore uniform, after I paid for the gas myself. Sad songs remind me of how horrible of a 24-hours I've had. Worst than the day I was expelled.

Hopefully, it'll get easier. But I made the mistake of applying to the wrong Columbia College---kill me.

LondonInkSpot: Tu, ma chèrie, es overattaché à les petites choses qui n'ont pas d'importance.

you think I don't know that by now?

They need to stop talking about me. I'm not this morning's gossip. So, I drank. I might've hit the pipe, and "yer darn right" I kissed both of those boys since they were as trashed as I was. I also didn't get caught, but this is the price I pay. I wasn't trying to be mean to Emma, but, fuck she told. I told her I was sorry. But I've fought with Kathy, Mary, Diane, Guard, Kaleigh, Emma, and Joe today. Not to mention mother dearest.

The ultimate social experiment is a course to discover why in the world I care.
I haven't spoken to Anna in awhile and it sorta bothers me, but I was lying to her either way
it was a joke, to me, but she might be pissed, I doubt it.

"The DA is dressed to the nines
in the mirror he practices all his lines
to his closing argument
twelve hearts beat in favor
I'm guessing that he read the morning paper

the headlines read 'the man hangs!'
but the jury doesn't

and everyone's looking for relief
United States verses disbelief
mothers cast tears on both sides of the aisle

Case Open, Case shut
but you could pay to close it like a casket
baby boy can't lift his head up
isn't it tragic?

he glances at his peers sitting seven to twelve
stacked on one to six the gallery is hushed--
boys in three pieces dream of grand standing in bravado
still he sleeps in a cell not withstanding what we all know
hang on a rope with bated breathe
whichever you prefer

the foreman reached the verdict:
'in the above entitled actions we find the defendant...

guilty, guilty. guilty.'"




*this title has been stolen but the words are my invention.

Eurhythmics 2

I boarded my flight this morning with trepidation.

Hangover? check.
No-Bite nailpolish? check.
feelings of eminent failure? check.
AP Environmental Exam review workbook? check.

excitment for fulfilling an ultimate dream, fantasy, whatever?

......

guess i forgot that shit at home, cause if mom finds out before my ass is in seat C26, I will never leave my hospital bed, let alone the airport. From under the corkscrew plays loudly, drowning out all of the safety reminders and demonstrations by the flight attendents. I feel like Kevin from HomeAlone 2, i could be on the wrong plane, god dammit!

But it takes off without a stitch, and I relax measurably. The glasses come on, the gloves are off, and a coke is experiencing extreme turbulence since the weather in chicago is nothing like that in sunny-ass florida.

Of course Rogue Wave is on the soundtrack for Nick and Nora's infinite playlist, use your head! You have concert tickets and you are busy the day I fly in---I know that and I'm not surprised, you are a very popular girl and it was rude of me to decide that you would have to be free the second I was within train distance. Forgive me.

It's a good thing you did have plans, because I didn't go to Chicago, and I probably won't. I never left this fucking city, and I'm scared I never will. Yes, I will eat my fritos covered in an explosion of twisty flavor of the Honey BBQ persuasion. I will listen to my Sweeney Todd songs on repeat and I will toss a rifle with a cracked thumb, because my name is Mariah and I do whatever the fuck I want.

I will write this blog instead of completing the ginormous pile of homework haunting in my closet. I will be jealous and imagine you, here, with me, to sort of ease the way. Maybe I'll lie about something else stupid. Honesty is not my policy, sweetie, and I'm sure one of us will want out of this before it even starts. I will attempt to get inot the signing-dancing-let's-do-overdue-make-up-vocabularly mood, but I wont make you any promises, love.

I was not drunk, but I was halfway there, I guess. Tolerence fades when the habit dies because Paul made it.

So I vulnerable to Shawn's tactics....Scott's too, and if any other guys had been there---fuck, I woud've gotten with them too. Why is it that when I decide I'm interested in girls...I actually have options in guys.

I'm working on Homecoming.
I'm going to go cry now.

tiny dancer.

Piano concerto in music appreciation. remember that every good boy deserves fudge and that faces are blank when the notes are whole, or half, or even quarter. ta ta ti-ti ta is no longer acceptable. Use your body percussion to let the music control since the flags are locked in the Tuba graveyard. Count the beats, It's measure forty-two with 2/4 unfortunately, and I'm completely lost as she hands me a tambourine. Fuck my life, I never signed up for this class.

Theory and observation only get you so far--the opinions behind them are biased but I promise not to persuade you to this side of the yard. I give my solemn vow that as long as these lungs contract with air, I will show up tomorrow, for every single period and no method of trickery will get me off that god damn campus. I'm still obsessed with violins and today I shared their wealth with a friend who isn't a friend and really, never was, I realize.

McDonald's lost my faith today---I got jipped a burger and fries which is probably a good thing since I almost puked with the heat and the cigarettes together.

Mono is one, but Non is eight, and there are composites with prime and suddenly 80 + 4= 81. That doesnt make sense, should I have divided the exponets? is that even possible? She's talking me through relaxing, but i need more than a 1300 in order to get a nice free eL ride to Chicago. Fuck my life, if I'm not there I'll Die. November 17th can't come fast enough and Mom is still unawares. Jack's Obsession can't compare, Mariah has an addiction, and it's insatiable. I'm one letter away from truancy and I feel like shit for missing English, again.

Open house was closed house for me. Mom is on the ritz, So when I came to get my calculator, I found the wine stashed under the mattress. Jake got the job at CVS so I guess we're coworkers now. But I miss Danielle...and kate's signature is pretty, like her. Handwriting can be reflective, I suppose. mine look like shit haha

I'm playing this string quartet too loud for the neighbors to ignore, and sirens are screaming for an escaped convict, I'm locking the doors, the window, and the alcohol cabinet before I go to sleep. My nightmares give me an insight to what could have been if Paul had fallen for Anna, and visa-versa.

Everyone is stressing for this test, I'm not, so I bet I'll fail.


if it bleeds, it leads, so I get to be captain this year.

pretty baby

fifty-two times four, plus fifty-two divided by two and then times by four, again. That's how many JuJuBees are in a box; I counted while I hide from my mother in the thorny bushes beside our house on the golfcourse. I waited for two hours at least and those men with their ranger flags gave me dirty looks for smoking on the fence--hey, it's public property and I was here first, man!

No, I won't mind filling your tank, you need 30$ more than I do. I'll pay for the cigarettes, too, because we both need those very badly. Drinks? Sure, I'm thirsty, as well. The smoke makes my throat raspy and we tend to cough sporadically throughout the day. That's what one of my teachers said yesterday "your attendence is sporadic for a leadership member" So I skipped the day after and now I'm feeling that wasn't the smartest idea I've had in a while. Open House is tomorrow and I get my new schedule---fucked up like my grades and the so-called 'issue' with an ex-boyfriend who can barely stand to look at me, but everyone says he wishes he could.

The beach will be sandy, I'll hate it--it'll be hot, I'll sweat and have to wear a stupid bikini with fleur-de-lis' on it around jacob, his best friend. Homecoming sounds more exciting, but I'll still go with jake because he asked me to and I owe travis a day to hang out...i've ditched them since Paul broke up with me. I draw the line at homecoming. I'm not going. I'd rather pluck my eyebrows with bitcher knives. srsly.

Hillbilly day sounds like something I did in pre-school. Twin Day was an activity we had for eighth grade week at St. Charles. Retro Day? Why---that was Bishop Moore's Homecoming theme...last year. Way to keep up, Edgewater, epic fail, as always. The only day I'll do is red and white party---those sound inviting. It'll almost be like black and gold day, but obviously with different colors.

My rasberry bars are beeping and suddenly, I'm a cookster! Happy six months, pretty baby.

"There's a light on in Chicago
and I know I should be home.
All the colors of the streetlights;
they remind of the pick-up truck
out in front of your neighbors house.

You want apologies
girl you might hold your breathe
until your breathing stops. Forever
the only thing you'll get
is this curse on your lips
I hope they taste of me. Forever."

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?