Saturday, June 6, 2009


"See," he said, "you're so cool already that even if you wore uncool clothes, you'd still be cool. But with me, I am not cool, so I have to wear cool clothes to feel cool. Capiche?"

The other blinked.

"See? What did I tell you? Not cool!"

Author's note: I do not know what this will be for. It's just dialogue I'm writing down so I don't forget it.

Wednesday, June 3, 2009


I'm experimenting a little with this format.

staring up at the sky right now, ow it hurts so badly--can hardly breathe. mommy? can you hear me? course you can't, that's silly. but mommy, it hurts so much. mommy, today i want to a party, even though you told me not to. mommy, i'm so sorry. i'll never do it again. they drank alcohol--i didn't, aren't you proud of me?--but on the way home, mommy, they went out of control and--

it hurts so much! i can't see 'cause the tears are clouding my eyes--why was it me? why didn't it have to be me? i'm not ready to die! i'm only 16!

it's so numb now. my eyes are open but all i see--all i want to see--is you. come quickly, please! stop this pain! it's so bad--

... no, not so bad now. come quickly, mommy. i promise i'll never do it again.