How to describe something so normal yet strange - I don't know.
She laughs at everything,
even though her eyes tell a different story -
her eyes seem tired, relaxed-
but when she speaks, full of life, radiant,
somehow wanting more than the
situation
has to offer.
He quietly strokes her arm, and in the silence there is a wonderful peace that is spread across her face, a faint smile still stains her lips, but otherwise she is blissfully sleeping.
That is,
until his hand starts moving across her body,
to her other arm
her wrist
her hand
her hand
her stomach
her hand
her arm
her stomach.

In her state, a finger near a belly button is enough to set off the fireworks
that had been lit hours before,
in a fit of smoke,
ignited by the words, "another hit?"

I'm trying so hard not to think because once I do I can hear what is going on around me and I'm trying so hard not to think because once I don't I can't hear what is going on inside me

If nothing else, I'll miss my friends
If nothing else, I'll tell him how I feel
If nothing else, I'll give myself to people who I've spent more than half my life with and I'll leave me with us here, miles and miles away from a new place I'll call "home"

It's been a while since I wrote,
Since I usually only write when I'm struggling
And lately ive not been struggling
Since my mom moved out and I moved back in
Since I became tired of school
Since I became normal

I'm sick of being normal
I want to be on an extreme
I want to be depressed
I want to be elated
Ive felt both sides of the spectrum and I'm bored of being nothing special anymore
I'm sick of doing nothing all day because I find it relaxing
I'm sick of talking to strangers all night because the people in my life in front of me don't entertain me anymore.

Wife me up is a weird phrase, isn't it?

Spanish class shouldn't be this boring

Why can't he be my own age? And not make bad choices, like me?

I'm the bad choice, not the one who makes bad choices
I think

I'm sick of saying "I think" and people accepting that as fact and being okay with the fact that nothing is definite

Life me up, please

Love him one day and hate him the next?
It's the teenage obsession with ***!

Do anything to get him to notice you
Find out that all along that he's a snake, too

Other than looks, what more does he have?
The opportunity for a good, hearty laugh

Overall, what are you to do and say?
Just pray that this obession will go away

I said it was "cold sweat";
My hair was just wet
from a shower last night

Pain just means you're alive

It's so odd to see you,
The person whom I used to tell anything,
And not say anything at all