Stick to School Lunches

There Is So Much Emotion.

I will admit

To resisting it.

That “emotion” stuff.

But I gave in.

And there

is

so

much.

I’m afraid.. that I don’t know where to begin.

I could start with him, but..

Nah, I will.

No, I won’t.

But I want to.

But there

is too much emotion and

I’m afraid

that I don’t know where to begin.

THIS IS CATHARSIS.

It’s junk. Nasty, putrid, next-thought-pasted junk.

But, back to him.

YOU KNOW HOW THEY SAY

TO MARRY YOUR BEST FRIEND?

well, the sucky part about best friends is that they hurt you

more than anyone else

without meaning to

and you never tell them

when it happens.

because they’re your best friend.

and it’s best for them

to not worry about you.

and your feelings, your

*reluctant* emotions.

Er, perhaps just well-hidden.

So bringing them up through

nine years of

other girls

and

well, other girls.

Maybe this isn’t as cathartic as I thought.

I should have stuck to school lunches.

CUSS SCHOOL LUNCHES.

 

WHOO NEEDS LUUNNCCHHH?

no I.

 

Psh, who needs a best friend?

Um… well, I.

 

That sad moment in your life when you realize that you finally have everything you ever wanted (except perhaps longer legs)

as petty as that is

dude, that’s so petty!

how can you call yourself, like, a real person, sobbing about emotion and buried emotion and seashells and Prufrock and boys and this one boy and gosh I hope nobody EVER reads this

and add that you are not content with your height.

But that sad moment, when you have everything you want

and you begin to doubt

wanting it in the first place.

 

I hate this kid..

and he’s my best friend.

and he’s killin me smalls, all to pieces.

and the thing is?

he finally knows.

My Creepy School…

I would LOVE a chance to offer a little kid a tootsie pop… props to whoever employed the duct-tape…

What My Mom Reads

I saw a book on her dresser opened to this… did a double-take… laughed a bit.. grabbed my camera. I have never been so proud.

A Step-Dad’s Offering

Derek: Hey Sam… Do you want this?

Me: Um… *peers into the carton suspiciously*

Derek: Well, I planned on eating it all… that’s why I ripped the whole top of the box off.

Me: Mm.. makes sense. And yeeeah I’ll take it… *om nom nom*

Throwing Up Pink

I was supposed to go dancing. But I threw up pink.

I was supposed to go to the movies. But I threw up pink.

I was supposed to read a brand-spankin-new-book. But I threw up pink.

There’s no moral, really. It’s just weird to throw up pink.

On Snoods, Sensical

“Snood” -a baglike net worn at the back of a woman’s head to hold the hair.”

White Christmas? Is beginning to make sense. C: