Thursday, December 30, 2010


I remember every word you said.
Every word.

They follow me around, casting their shadows. Blocking my sunlight, forcing me to walk around them. They leave a lasting impression on me that lasts for the rest of the day. The rest of the week sometimes. And just when I forget about them, they come back again. Bigger this time.

I'm afraid of the day when I'll have to walk miles just to get around them.

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

The storybooks
that we read when
we were kids
didn't tell us that
the monsters
under our beds
are the creatures
we become
when we grow up
and the world
turns us into

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Dreaming in the morning.

Insomnia is a type of torture. Because while the world is fast asleep, you're up all alone, your mind buzzing with every random thought in the universe. And sometimes the thoughts will reach a standstill, and your mind goes blank. You become more aware of the silence. And it is during this moment that you realize how terribly alone you are.

Saturday, December 25, 2010

happy birthday, baby jesus.

It was a really wonderful day, despite the face that I was struggling to disregard everything that happened last year on Christmas and how happy I was.
I got a kitten, a key to my mom's car, Harold and Maude, and socks. Everything I wanted. <3
Merry Christmas, darling.

Friday, December 24, 2010


I love you, I love you so much. I love your smile. I love your eyes. and your eyelashes. I love your hair. I love what you wear. I love how nerdy you are. I love how smart you are. I love your soft hands. I love how silly you are. I love what you read. I love how you draw. I love your room and your inscene, (if that's how it's spelled). I love how you love grammar. I miss you. I love you.


Whoever sent this to me turned my week around.

Tuesday, December 21, 2010


This is a feeling I thought I’d forgotten. The emptiness of the streets, the bareness of the trees. I want the down and the thread counts, I want the flicker of the candles and the flaps of bird’s wing’s outside of our windows. The howling of the wind while we’re having all of the strange conversations we used to have. Your shoulder blades and the curve of your spine will be the roads I take every day. I heard your voice today. You didn't know I was there, but I heard you, and it came at a complete surprise. I hate how shocking it is to me to even see you in existence. I sometimes like to imagine that  you have died, and that's why you are completely disappeared from my life. Whenever I see or hear you, I think that I'm in the presence of a ghost. You're not real to me.

Thursday, December 16, 2010


Birth marks and deformities on people are believed to be the site of a fatal wound in a previous life. Phobias are believed to be linked in the death of people in previous lives.

I think that in another life, everybody whom I loved died of old age. That's probably why I'm so afraid of growing old.

Wednesday, December 15, 2010


I have skin and hair. I have blood and guts and fearlessness. Not the good kind. I have the type of fearlessness that is mainly recklessness. I have hair and blood and guts and a face that always, always has my current feeling (hoplessness) painted all over it.

Tuesday, December 14, 2010


Well, yesteday was my birthday. I'm sixteen years old. Hella dank! (I'm a complete gangster sometimes.) It was pretty dreadful, actually. Turns out, I have strep throat, and I had to endure that all day yesterday. I was living off of four hours of sleep the night before, and I just wanted to go home and sleep the entire day.

Jenner picked me up from my house to take me to school, and all of a sudden, we were on the freeway. We skipped first two periods, and he took me to Village Inn for breakfast. We then proceeded tot he mall and we tried on the most idiotic clothing imaginable. It was really dumb and amazing.

I don't really feel like growing older.

Sunday, December 12, 2010


I have two hands. They're discolored and awkward, but they used to fit perfectly in yours.

It's been 83 days since I have spoken to you. The last thing you said was, "I'll talk to you tomorrow." I walked away from you car, clueless to the pain I would be feeling throughout the next three months. If I knew that was going to be the last time I would ever speak to you, I would have told you so much more. I would have told you everything. My fears, my dreams, the reason that I asked you so many questions, all the letters I wrote to you, every dream, every last thing. Everybody told me that every broken heart mends itself eventually, and that has been happening lately. It doesn't hurt as much as it used to. I only think about you at night. Part of me really misses you. Part of me knows that everything happened for a reason.

Wednesday, December 8, 2010


This week has bee excruciatingly long. 
I can't describe how excited I am for the weekend.
. Oh, and my birthday is on Monday, but no big deal.

Saturday, December 4, 2010

Dear God.

Make me a bird, so I can fly far, far away from here.

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Story time.

When I was a kid, probably around four or five, I had this huge, beautiful tree in my back yard. It was where I hid during the day to spy on my cat or to find some birds.

Well, one day I fell from this tree. At first, I managed to hold on to a branch. I was up there for a long time and waited. The silence, the pain in my arms, the blood pumping in my ears. Then I fell. I could not remember what happened after I hit the ground.

All I could remember was the agony of holding on
and the wonderful feeling of letting go.