Can't help but feel like the only way I'll be happy at this point in my life is to be alone and to be hopelessly lost somewhere new. I feel alone, I feel hopeless, but I'm in the same scenery and atmosphere as I have been  my whole life. I just need a change I just need to get away I just want to get up and leave I am so unhappy.

Last night just wasn't a good night and I hope it's just sleep still in my eyes and not that it's spilled over to this morning that my heart is beating out of my chest.

Parts I

Let's start with my feet.
Where my body meets the earth.
The junction of my existence and the history of the world.
I didn't like to show them,
because I knew there were people that walked, thinking feet were unsightly.
Even though I always thought that my own were pretty.
So they were kept cocooned in worn out Chuck Taylors,
even on summer days.

9th Grade

I'm trying to remember the name of this boy who enchanted me.
He had eyes the color of the desert sky at 11 o'clock when it was 107 degrees out.
No rain, no wisps of clouds, perhaps only a lone vulture soaring against the wind in the edge of the expanse.
That was what his eyes looked like.

He had a way with words that I'd never had a chance of appreciating before.
Although, at 15, I was astounded more than I was appreciative.
Poetry spilled out of his mouth in stories about his life the same way useless facts fell out of mine.
"Did you know Disney World is bigger than the 5 smallest countries combined?"

I made this about 3 weeks ago and it's still pretty accurate.

Very Short Story # 1

- During my routine morning trip to the restroom I noticed I had started my period. The functional zone of my uterus was sloughing off and this would take about 3-5 days. Throughout the week I felt weaker and weaker and noticed I lost weight. I had to change my pad 10 times a day. By the end of the week I felt like a hollowed out shell and when I woke up on the 10th morning I was nothing but a pool of blood on my bed.