i’m kristen and i have my own agenda though even i may not know what it is because mostly i just sit around listening to sad songs and feeling like i should cry but remaining unable to muster up any tears for me for you or for anyone else and i just sat here listening [...]
i started this journal for the sole reason of being able to write a poem about my unrequited feelings for sean and put it up somewhere, away from prying eyes. now i come here to hide; all of my negative feelings are displayed here so that no one will ever have to know. i trudged [...]
you called my cell phone this summer and i only spoke to break the silence. once i thought i knew you, but now i know you only filled the space between then and now. i’m someone you’d rather forget. i no longer understand the language we created: the words mean nothing now. if i [...]
and i’m standing there feeling the blood pulsating in my temples when suddenly the pavement comes up to meet me. in an instant you are at my side, saying are you okay and is there anything i can do to help. i shake my head sadly, because you are too far gone to know there [...]
it’s raining, but the driveway is hot under her feet. her clothes are revealing: tight shirt and pants pulled from the back of the closet, where they’ve laid discarded for the past two years. maybe if she accentuates her every [nonexistent] curve he will throb with desire and realize he still loves her. the thought [...]
i sit and wonder where love goes when it stops. energy love cannot be created or destroyed. it is there all the time. soul mates waiting to find each other. identical twins on opposite sides of the earth. everything happens for a reason, they say. so why do bad things happen to good people? when [...]
*THE FOLLOWING IS SOMETHING I TRIED; I SPENT 20 MINUTES WRITING ON A PIECE OF PAPER WHATEVER CAME TO MY MIND*
ow and the truth has to hurt as she closes her eyes and writes what she feels and what passes through her mind they say she doesn’t know pain but of course she’s hurt and [...]
and no. i don’t have them. as tightly wound as you say. or maybe i do and am just. completely unaware. but that’s doubtful. last night. i took a bubble bath. staring at the veins in my wrist. i wondered what would. possess anyone. to want pain. to want to bleed. i looked at. the [...]
and it hits her like a slap in the face. she half expected it … but never dreamed that the alleged would actually conjure up the courage to really do it. the nauseating feeling grows in the pit of her stomach. if this is what love is, she doesn’t want it. or maybe it’s just [...]
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