Oh, poetry.
I have made a terrible mess of things.
Charlie, shut up, okay, just shut up!
This could go on for hours.
Maybe I should have been honest then, Dear Friend, but it didn’t feel like the right time.
Or else I would have noticed.
The one thing I did notice was how different everyone looked.
Or how everything was a deafening whisper.
The inside jokes weren’t jokes anymore.
You wouldn’t understand.
I said that I should go outside and apologize.
Charlie, shut up, okay, just shut up.
I'm sorry I said the things I said.
I wanted to tell you about us running.
She thought it was so beautiful.
Dear friend,
November 23, 1991
It is now prom night.
My sister said, “It’s stupid. You wouldn’t like it.”
Mary Elizabeth is taking her new boyfriend.
It just happens.
Dear Friend,
Bob says that when you’re alone and you light a cigarette and the cigarette is only halfway lit it means that someone is thinking about you.
It makes sense enough.
Part IV
I feel great!
Regardless, I decided to never take LSD again.
It all started last Monday.