True Confessions

So what? I've begun to think of my brain as a journal again. I thought this was over when I turned ten... Guess not.

But surely this is a bad thing. All these thoughts, and not so many actions. People keep staring at me while I just stand and stare off into space. So many thoughts. Little words, and it is all random as well.

"True?"

"Jake?"

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah..."

"Okay!"

His cheerful smile was a little too much for me to handle. I felt bad and I wanted to break down and cry.

MAYBE I SHOULD DISPOSE OF LUKE. Purge myself, rid my body of every ounce of pain he's caused me.

Ha. Like I could possibly manage that.

Luke is sort of connected to me... It's like we've been together for so long that we are just fused together.

Like platelets in blood, we match and bond, always forming a new flow to the skin of things.

God, tired and literal is such a boring style. Why do I wear it like it'll never go out of style? My heart, too wide and too swolen with emotions, is always on my sleeve too.

God, I'm pathetic. A freak. A loner. And now I've lost my best friend to the cruel world of emotions. I hate you emotions, go AWAY.

"True?"

"Yes Jake?"

"I love you. Don't be so sad."

"I'm not sad. Silly boy."

"But you is True. I know it."

"No, I'm not."

"Where is Luke?"

I DON'T CARE. I DON'T WANT TO SEE HIM AGAIN. NEVER.

"I don't know sweets. We'll see him at school."

Hopefully not. I won't even breathe his air.

"Okay. I love Luke."

"I know you do."

I don't. Not anymore.