I habor a low. three shadows accompanied me on my street-lit walk down mcbean.i fight the urge to cry. getting off the bus cold wind greets me. a man with an LA tatto and beanie gets on the bus at the longs stop. no tears ever came. possibly gay raver biy with neon green pants gets off the bus at the YMCA, his tilted vinyl green visor blows away from the wind and the last i see of him is chasing...

I shakingly brought my cigarette up to my lips and swallowed smoke. Th conversation between Jackie was tuned in and out of while I watched the patrons inside through a wide window. Suddenly something catches my eye. A man who looks about 55 with glasses, not fat nor skinny and wearing khaki pants is watching someone suck someone else's dick on his laptop. My eyes go wide which shuts up Jackie and...

Oh yeah? Well, I'm high.As the I listen to a depressing tune while a storm floods my backyard, the small chaos is hardly enough to satisfy me. Anguishing voices steal my thoughts and they become an unclear blur of words.I bailed on my best friend today. I didn't bother with an excuse because she is a too stupid to understand anything I say anyways.Last night I dreamed about all my über goth decor...

Instead of spending my new years alone, the tradition I've grown fond of, a girl named Jackie and her dumb boyfriend stole me.At Eric's house (the boyfriend) I smoked as many cigarettes as I could. They ate pizza and occasionally shared intimate moments while I anchored myself on a navy blue couch that swallowed me whole.Honestly, I don't want to go into detail about their relationship. They're...

and irony is the only word to describe it. At that very moment my hair is removed in an attempt to send the message of a passive attitude toward existence, people tell me I look like a "hippie chick" or "just walked out of the sixties." For two years my pursuit of being classified as a peace loving girl when I finally decided to reject this stereotype. How will my self image ever be portrayed?...