My recluse: an old abandoned warehouse
You never talk to me.
Which is why I find it so ironic that your little girlfriend is so scared of losing you, she clings onto you as if her life depends on it whenever I come about.
She glares at me as if to make me jealous when she's holding on for dear life. I'm not jealous of her having you, oh no. I'm jealous of you giving yourself to her.
Dear Body,
I know I put you through some troublesome times. I know I beat the living crap out of you. But, please, I beg of you: heal this knee quickly. You know, this is the second time we've gone through this surgery. I think we're dealing with the pain pretty darn well. The Doc gave us meds for it, but this stiffness has got to go. Not to mention the swelling. I know I'm sick of it. And I'm sure you are, too. Let's get back to the good ol' days of running around. Yeah?
Love,
Debra
Dear Teachers at Mount Pleasant,
I know I'm not the best student. And I know that I rarely ever turn things in on time, that is, if I do. But please, stop trying to screw me over by not answering my questions fully. I know it's hard enough on you with all your 5 billion other students, but please try and support my desperate need of a decent grade by truly answering my questions about the first marking period and how I may improve. I realize it's time consuming and tedious to recreate these assignments, but don't just hand me nothing. Certain teachers are excluded, and they know who they are.
Sincerly,
Debra
Yeah. Procrastination. Frustration. Envy. What more do you get outta life? Ayye. Everyday I wake up, and it's either swelling of my knee or swelling of my heart. Maybe it's just teenage melodrama. Whatever it is, it's tiring. I'm just exhausted. Lonelier than ever, and exhausted.
Fin.
Which is why I find it so ironic that your little girlfriend is so scared of losing you, she clings onto you as if her life depends on it whenever I come about.
She glares at me as if to make me jealous when she's holding on for dear life. I'm not jealous of her having you, oh no. I'm jealous of you giving yourself to her.
Dear Body,
I know I put you through some troublesome times. I know I beat the living crap out of you. But, please, I beg of you: heal this knee quickly. You know, this is the second time we've gone through this surgery. I think we're dealing with the pain pretty darn well. The Doc gave us meds for it, but this stiffness has got to go. Not to mention the swelling. I know I'm sick of it. And I'm sure you are, too. Let's get back to the good ol' days of running around. Yeah?
Love,
Debra
Dear Teachers at Mount Pleasant,
I know I'm not the best student. And I know that I rarely ever turn things in on time, that is, if I do. But please, stop trying to screw me over by not answering my questions fully. I know it's hard enough on you with all your 5 billion other students, but please try and support my desperate need of a decent grade by truly answering my questions about the first marking period and how I may improve. I realize it's time consuming and tedious to recreate these assignments, but don't just hand me nothing. Certain teachers are excluded, and they know who they are.
Sincerly,
Debra
Yeah. Procrastination. Frustration. Envy. What more do you get outta life? Ayye. Everyday I wake up, and it's either swelling of my knee or swelling of my heart. Maybe it's just teenage melodrama. Whatever it is, it's tiring. I'm just exhausted. Lonelier than ever, and exhausted.
Fin.