December 2008
Ah, jeez.
A little privacy is just too much to ask for as a teenager, it seems.
One day, I’ll be older and able to take a nude stroll in my apartment or have sex whenever I please. Not that I do either of those things now…or have the desire to.
An excerpt.
“Ah, hell. Now she’d done it. The guy opens up to her and she throws his shame back at him. Way to encourage intimacy. ’Wrath, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-‘ He cut her off. Both his voice and his face were like stone. “No one has ever spoken to me as you just did.” Shit. ‘I’m really sorry. I just can’t understand...
I'm so happy.
When I laugh, I tell myself how happy I am. It’s a great feeling.
Tonight was wonderful, and tomorrow evening will be even better. I can gurantee it.
I wish it could last forever.
What I received for Christmas this year:
A sheep rug. It doesn’t smell all that great, but it’s soft and furry. I thought that was all at first (because that’s all that was placed under the tree), but my mother gave me three wonderful gifts today.
Del Speaker-On-The-Go. I just plug in my iPod and instant music-out-loud! In the white mercedes I drive, the radio doesn’t work, and my mom said I don’t have to...
A Poem , If You Can Even Call It That.
My shadow is only my imposter; The physical aspects are never clear, extended legs and fingers, And her face draws a dark blank, And her body slithers around me, envious of my form and color, But nothing I do can help her.
Sometimes she’s my only friend.
Or so shall be my reflection; Transparent through windows, Mysterious through glass, And her eyes draw a dark blank, And her color fades...
It's in The Lap of The Gods.
Let’s just let what happens happen.
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“We accept the love we think we deserve.”
– The Perks of Being a Wallflower
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