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on young love
Today, I was normal. I went on a normal date with a semi-normal guy, and he asked me to Homecoming, normally. wow ( Read more... ) -
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So I started school again on thursday. senior year. I'm taking advanced creative writing, and our first assignment was to write about our first kiss.
27 August 2007
First Kiss
In all my dreams about purgatory, it always looks like a hospital. Endless white hallways stretch in all directions, but no windows, no noise, no way to tell if there is an ( Read more... ) -
memories
Dad wanted to see my yearbook today, and guess what page he turned to first?
Alex’s page. That dredged up all sorts of frightening memories, so i need to get them out before i can sleep tonight. maybe that will hold off the nightmares.
September 15 2006
It was a late arrival day at school, so i slept in until about 830 in the morning, a ( Read more... ) -
fuck
got in a fifht with mum aobut college aian. why is she so paraniod. it's not like i don't have the grades to get in, and i palyt music, and i'm mulitracial. but no, i'll never get into college unless i finish first year in highschool. what's the point of college then. why am i being held to a different standard just because i'm not some welfare kid ( Read more... ) -
college
so i'm out of school now. junior year is over not a moment too soon for my sanity, and already mum is breathing down my neck about colleges. it's her latest thing to bitch about and worry about and have the same conversation seven times about.
my colleges:
-nyu
-columbia
-amherst
-william & mary
-emory
-queens (in canada)
-ubc vancouver
-mcgill
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prom
so my best friend Voldemort asked me to prom. he's a really nice guy, but now it's kind of awkward to talk to him about it and i don;t know why. i've got this fantastic dress for it though. yay. dad hasn't seen it yet, not looking forward to that. mum had her freakout about omgmybabysallgrownup!!!11 and all so one down, one to go. this is just to ( Read more... ) -
contractual obligations
so i have to post in order to keep the journal alive. here we go POST
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i am very very tired. this is a statement of fact, not an exaggeration. I am tired, and i am drained, and i have to get up tomorrow and do it all again. there is nothing i can do to prevent this from occuring. tomorrow morning i am going to get up at 545 am, hit my alarm clock to make it stop so it won't get loud enough to wake anyone else. i'm ( Read more... ) -
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i know he won't go back to sleep after this, but i can't bring myself to move. he's warm and it's comforting to have him in my arms when he's not bleeding or in so much pain that he shakes until he finally drifts into a vicodin-induced slumber. its on those nights that i thank god for my room in the basement (after 13, my music got a bit louder, so ( Read more... ) -
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we're on the bus again, the afternoon sun painting fantastic patterns through the trees as the yellow monstrosity grumbles and bumps along. he's stretched out again. I'm sitting with my back against the window, one leg against the seat and the other balanced against the seat in front of us. he's lying between my legs with his head on my shoulder ( Read more... )