I haven't eaten anything today. I feel as though if I don't, maybe things will get better. Maybe I'll finally get a boyfriend. Maybe I'll be the friend everyone wants to hang out with. Maybe I'll stop being the girl everyone cheats off of. Maybe I'll get skinny, and all my problems will go away. I'm sick of being everyone's last resort. I'm sick of hearing all these girls complain about their 50th...

READ: Still not finished but more added hahaha.Her eyes are big and brown; desperate. She curls into your side, her warm breath hitting your bare skin and you pray for sunlight. Her long brown hair curls around her face, landing on your chest and every now and then, you'll feel her lips move against your skin, mouthing words she can't say. The moon spins, the clock ticks and the sound of two...

READ: This isnt even the skeleton of a story. This is more of what happens in the middle, and the giant blank spots are yet to be filled. Just an idea I had, actually sitting in math class, very disorganized.Brendon laughs at whatever Jon said about that kid he sits by in math."That kid's such a fag," He mutters,"Ryan?" He looks up from his notebook, at the teacher, trying to ignore all the eyes...

READ MEH!!!! I feel like this is some of the best work I've wrote in a while. I wanna take my time on it, and not rush it. Don't really understand the whole point of view crap, but 'you' is Travis. Enjoy the typos. XO-MeganHer eyes are big and brown; desperate. She curls into your side, her warm breath hitting your bare skin and you pray for sunlight. Her long brown hair curls around her face,...