Not in order at all, but starting with the obligatory rant about Kenny and following up with other things that actually do matter in my life.

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I got a call today that I'm not sure was really necessary.

He wanted to know the answer to a question I'd explained twice to him before.

It made me feel relieved while I wrote a letter about my mother and ( Read more... )

from: Casey Walker
to: laura wuestner
date: Sat, Dec 12, 2009 at 11:24 PM
subject: Re: hey there!

Laura, watch out: this email just became EPIC, in the original sense of the meaning: long as fuck.You might need some advil before you start this thing. Just a warning ( Read more... )

18:06, Sun Plaza, Nakano, Tokyo, Japan. Attempted hug.
He refused to put his arms around me, and I walked away to cry into the bushes.
Or wail.
Wail is more appropriate.
I wailed against a wall.

20:07, Off of Sunroad, Nakano, Tokyo, Japan. Attempted Fugicide. Suicide plot foiled by Matt and Laura ( Read more... )

"It's over now. It's all over."

Part Six

I was a bit hung over but the first thing I did was to go to dress and go to 2MD. Before I got out of the house I ran into Teneal, and she exclaimed, “Casey! I just got a text message from Elizabeth -- you won’t believe what happened to Global House last night. SAO sent out  an email to all the members of the ( Read more... )

What is one supposed to say when dreams come true? Isn't it funny that even then, dreams must end, and we are always left clinging to the hope that we can fall asleep and dream once more?

Part Five

That Friday, there was a ball party at Global House. I spent the whole day humming Michael Buble’s “Maglio Stratera” under my breath. Natto, Laura and I ( Read more... )

I don't know if I'm ready to tell the rest of the story. It's so fresh that it burns. I can't look into my eyes and tell that girl that she was wrong to act like she did; to pursue him as such. But, no. I can only look at Kenny, just like she did. And look at him, and look at him, and wish that things had stayed the same. However.. Nothing and no ( Read more... )

The more recent I remember, the more I remember. Slowly, it feels like it has become not story, but that of the girl who looks like me, who talks like me, who loves like me...But is this my story? Is this how it has to be ( Read more... )