How did I get like this?
Melancholy held me hostage, and the bees built a hive of sadness in my soul.
I want to kill him.
I try not to dwell on this.
I can see us, living in the woods, her wearing that A, me with a S maybe, S for silent, S for stupid, for scared. S for silly. For shame.
It's Nathaniel Hawthorne Month in English. Poor Nathaniel. Does he know what they've done to him? We're reading The Scarlet Letter one sentence at a time, tearing it up and chewing on its bones.It's a...
I'm learning how to taste everything.
Everybody told me to be a man. Nobody told me how.
Another page turns on the calendar, April now, not March..........I am spinning the silk threads of my story, weaving the fabric of my world...I spun out of control. Eating was hard. Breathing was har...
When we were girls we rode horses disguised as bicycles
Welcome to the only class that will teach you how to survive. Welcome to Art.
The snow drifts into our zombie mouths crawling with grease and curses and tobacco flakes and cavities and boyfriend/girlfriend juice, the stain of lies. For one moment we are bot failed tests and bro...
I want to eat like a normal person eats, but I needto see my bones or I will hate myself even more and Imight cut out my heart or take every pill that was evermade.
There was a loud shuffling above. A line of redcoats took their position at the edge of the ravine and aimed down at the rebels. Present! the British officer screamed to his men. Present! yelled the A...
I can’t tell anymore when I’m asleep and when I’m awake, or which is worse.
Has she received any letters from Lockton?'The question hit me like a bucket of cold water. 'You asking me to spy again?''Listen,' he started, 'Our freedom-'I did not let him continue. 'You are blind....
Do they choose to be so dense? Were they born that way? I have no friends. I have nothing. I say nothing. I am nothing.
And that’s the problem. When you’realive, people can hurt you. It’s easier to crawl into a bonecage or a snowdrift of confusion. It’s easier to lock everybodyout.But it’s a lie.
Why? You want to know why?Step into a tanning booth and fry yourself for two or three days. After your skin bubbles and peels off, roll in coarse salt, then pull on long underwear woven from spun glas...
Maybe I'll be an artist if I grow up.