Dear Ellis, I have something really fucking angelic to tell you.
Mickey holds up the soggy paper. DIE. Don’t you die.
Evan always used to day that it wasn’t that you couldn’t see that you should be afraid of, but what was right in front of you, in plain sight.
…I’m in a little bubble of warmth, just like I had with Ellis, a place I never thought I’d be again.
People aren’t nice, people aren’t nice, you should know that by now.
I think Temple is wrong. I don’t think I’d dig that kind of art party at all.
Because when everything is said and done… the world runs on kindness. It simply has to, or we’d never be a able to bear ourselves. It might not seem so to you now, but it will when you’re older.” ~Ariel
…when I look at my arms, I don’t think revolutionary. I think sad, and pain, but not revolutionary.
People should know about us. Girls who write their pain on their bodies. ~Louisa
Girl listens to radio. Girl finds music. Girl has whole other world.Girl slips on headphones. World gone.
Everyone here seems to know exactly what they need, but I leave without a thing.
I’m tired and angry at me. For letting myself get smaller and smaller in the hopes that he would notice me more. But how can someone notice you if you keep getting smaller?
They make me…they make me think of being stuck somewhere? I don’t know, like weighted down, but then these patches…
That’s how hearts get broken, you know. When you believe in promises.
Casper didn’t give me direction for what to do if somebody I used to really like-like, somebody who would be somebody good to love, somebody right, somebody who understood about me, turned out to not have the same ideas about me.
It is a though he is spreading a veil of protectiveness over me, and I am greedy for it.