My friend died. It's nothing new, I know...But it hurts. It hurts to lose someone you loved, still love, so much. Even after three and a half years. I cry every now and then. I try to get over him. I mean. He was so much more to me than just a friend. He was my first crush, my first boyfriend. We dated for over two years. Sure, we had our ups and downs but he was amazing. He was....He was my...

Boyfriends. Music. Love. Laughter. Nights. Long walks. Friends. Books. Eyeliner.....they're all apart of my life. I feel as though they aren't enough. Don't get me wrong. I love my life. I adore my life. I wouldn't give it up for anything in the world. My amazing boyfriend, the music that makes me, my love of life, my laughter with friends, looking up at the stars, the long walks by myself, the...

They say that in a few years we'll thank them. They say that we'll need what they teach us. But, I think that that is bullshit. I mean seriously, I want to be a cop. Do you think I'm going to need this math shit they shove down my throat? Do you think I'm going to pull someone over, and be all, "Sir, have you been drinking? Tell me, what is the square root of 95?" NO. Then why the fuck do I have...

Mothers are supposed to be there for you. Wipe your eyes when you cry, do your laundry, and help you get ready fir prom. Right....? Sometimes I feel as though I don't even have a mother. As though this big whole in my life was created, that day she started drinking. The alcohol soaked breath....the loud voices, the hitting...the crying. But...then....it got better. For awhile. I felt as if it...