I am reading through text messages,

decoding, deciphering, looking,

for what I said, or did wrong.

I am thinking this:

He's still acting weird towards me.

I don't know if it's something I did,

he says it's not, but he's avoiding me.

I'm such a terrible friend to have never just told him my feelings.

But I mean, I didn't want to hurt his relationship,

so I was being ...

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something needs to be written.

i cant figure it out.

i WILL write

i WILL think.

i cant.

i will try.

i cant think.

no use.

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Mirror mirror on the wall

took a turn,

crash and fall.

Why'd you go and crash and fall?

But mirror, mirror on the wall 

was the fairest of them all,

until he had to crash and fall.

Crash. And fall.

Hear me, hear me,

here’s to someone

we should aspire be,

the fairest of them all.

But hear me, hear me,

fairest of them all,

I’m not done wi...

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He has to leave.

She's not okay again.

It is getting to him and he needs to be there for her.

He knows I understand.

And I do.

"Claire, you're the best. I will make this up to you."

"No, Q, go help her feel better."

Still I'm devastated.

He hugs me, and I hold on as long as I can,

and then I let him go.

I have to go.

That is all I can think as I walk down...

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I am itching to write.

Usually, I write what is wrong,

but nothing is wrong.

I haven't written in awhile.

I guess that's a good thing.

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A first breath means life is put into your lungs,

A first sleep gives you a rest after your journey, 

A first tear is for those things that can't go right,

A first chubby little grin is for those things that can't go wrong.

A first word symbolizes the things you will say,

A first step, for the balance and progress in your life,

A first picture, or scribble, for everything yo...

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I am in a good mood today.

Currently eating Gardettos at 10:00 on a school night.

I have no clue what the frickety frackity fruckity is going on with that title,

it just kind of spewed out,

so i'm going with it.

Today was a long day of school.

Felt like it would never end.

After school me and some other drama geeks dressed up as pirates

and advertised our show downtown that...

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November fourteenth.

Supermoon supposed to show.

Kind of a let down.

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I didn't mean anything I said today.

Well,

actually,

maybe I did.

I still shouldn't have said it though.

I can't wait to see you tomorrow,

so I can actually apologize.

I just hope you know that I really do still care about you,

even if you're not always right there with me.

You have a life as well.

My life is you, and I have to accept that your life is not me.

I th...

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Q,

You're literally my best friend and the most important person in my life right now.

I am asking you to help me.

You say you will, but you don't.

I told you to make me eat lunch today and yesterday.

You didn't.

We are doing an assignment for health class of counting calories.

My target number is 2600.

I have had 1636 today.

That's almost 1000 too few.

Keep that one ...

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A hand reaches from the sky,

picks me up and throws me into a place I’ve never seen before.

It pats me on the head and leaves me.

I don’t know anybody,

or the rules,

or anything like that.

And then I’m like,

“Oh, shit, this is high school”.

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The words overfell,

to the wishing, wishing well,

where the sun and the rain never glow.

And the girls and the boys,

titter tatter with their toys,

on the side of the wishing, wishing well.

The words ripple through

all the deep and darkened blue,

through the waves and the salt of the sea.

To a cave in the depths,

where they yawn and then collapse,

after swimmi...

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I'm dreaming of a time when everything is okay.

I'm dreaming that someday he'll wake up and and realize 

that I am waiting for him.

He said he would teach me and I would learn from him,

and I'm dreaming that he'd do that.

I am waiting.

He said that Sky gave him feelings he wanted to feel with me,

but not in "that" way.

I'm dreaming he will do that.

I'm dreaming that...

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I can't stop writing,

pouring, flooding, spilling, leaking

onto this screen.

Getting the words out of my mouth through my fingertips,

not having to worry becuase we are all writers.

I can't stop singing,

belting, humming, releasing, crooning

to anyone and everyone.

Getting my emotions out by the mood of the song,

not having to worry because they are all singers.

...

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I am scared of things.

Not the monsters under my bed or the skeletons in my closet.

We've already become good friends.

I'm scared for what happens after high school.

I want to act. But am I good enough?

Q says I am. Q wants to act too. He's good enough.

I'm scared for what happens to Q after high school.

She needs him, but she's dragging him behind and he can't see that.

Al...

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He sings, no,

hums, or maybe

whispers a song.

No. It's dead silent.

But it is a song that I don't know, 

it is almost a foreign language,

there is no sound other than the song of understanding.

He looks at me with my head in my hands, quivering lip, glistening eyes, fighting drops of sadness,

and touches the side of his nose.

Secret code, I nod. Yes, I need to talk.

H...

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People line up at my door.

I ignore them.

It’s windy and rainy and cold

inside.

They line up, 

and frantically shout at me,

asking me 

why the sun is gone inside.

I am drenched,

cold, and rubbed raw

by the wind and snow,

blowing on my face.

I want to step outside,

but people will run to me

and ask me why 

it is raining inside.

I w...

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It's hard for me to sleep sometimes

because I'm thinking of what goes wrong.

You should know that there are people 

who have resorted to believing that their life is over,

or believing things will never get better,

people who don't believe in happiness.

And you know what?

They are not wrong.

Happiness is for fairytales or dreams come true.

That does not mean you cannot b...

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Look up.

I see something up there.

It's the sky,

but I know something about it.

We have grown to be close friends,

and although you may just see blue,

I see so much more.

The sky can be stormy and angry,

or crying tears enough to make puddles,

or shy, using clouds to cover her, though still sunny,

or she can be happy.

The sky can be depressed, and gl...

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She was twelve,

and he was thirteen.

She was sweet, curly haired, dimpled, and black.

He was charming, smily, and talkative, but with only one hand.

They often ran together,

hand in hand in hand.

Away from the taunting,

the pointing, and the nastiness that was life for them.

He didn't care she was black,

he could see far beyond her skin.

She didn't care he h...

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You knew me as

"Anonymous Please"

but now I will reveal to you

my name.

I trust the website now

and I will show you who I actually am.

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