February 2012
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I’m seventeen and I’m lying in the back of Jake’s car. Vaughn is in the passenger seat. I am thinking about how I’ll never be as young as I am right now. It’s kind of cold in here and it’s almost been an hour since we dropped you off. I just got three texts but I’m ignoring them until I’m done writing this. There is something you should know, Mimi. I...
We’re on our way to drop you off at home. The drive is always shorter the way there, but longer the way back. I wish it were the other way around. We’re eating McDonalds. This sucks.
January 2012
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Dear best mate,
The two hour drive back felt like a million years. We got lost for at least twenty minutes. The cigarette I smoked after my phone died, an hour after we dropped you off, felt bittersweet. It also tasted like shit. I still wish you were here. If anyone is lucky enough to have their best friend right next door, down the street, or even across town, there is something they should...
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Dear best mate,
You’ve been gone for maybe 15 minutes. I didn’t want to watch you guys leave, so I turned around and went inside my house and closed the garage behind me. I caught the tail lights of Jake’s car driving away as I walked into my bathroom. Why is it always so hard? I don’t know, this isn’t really home. This is where I sleep, shower, eat, and wait for...
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When it happens to you, you will understand. I promise.
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today I feel worn and drained; a little exhausted
like someone took me and wrung me out over their kitchen sink
I don’t know, I’m tired
a girl I know tried to kill herself last night. I want to see her and tell her “it gets better”, because when you’ve hit bottom, you can really only go up
some people don’t see it that way, I guess
“I hope that one day you will have the experience of doing something you do not...”
– Jonathan Safran Foer
almendrapez asked: is this just another blog? or you are going to replace the old one?
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We’ve got pills to ease our pain, we’ve got bodies to hush our loneliness With enough of the two I think we’re gonna make it through alright We can get naked together, take dirty naps, whatever But so long as we suffer apart from one another You can hold my hand, but you can never hold my heart
