December 2008
15 posts
i like to express myself through cupcakes and baking. sounds kind of lame, but hey, story of my life. iheartkodiecakezz!(: hellokodie (at) tmail.com
i need to know - this basis becomes less like running water more like aching stasis and your face is no longer a humble oasis but more like bereft desert sand once covered with water and my left hand and i don’t pretend that i didn’t pre-read the ending doling out chapters like pillbox promises fully intending on undoing some damage and learning to manage these outbursts and implosions...
Today, I stayed up until 6 am. Slept until 5 pm. Drank a glass of souring milk with my stale cookie. I’ll be up until 2 am, debating whether daydreaming at night about a boy I’ll never meet is as bad as falling asleep and remembering a face I know better than my own. I need some adventure. Or at the very least a distraction.
mtye90 (at) hotmail.com
I am in the process of writing holiday cards. E-mail me at jesksa (at) gmail.com with your address if you’d like to receive one!
Lately, everyone keeps staring at me. I have no idea why. but I secretly kind of like it. because until recently. no one has ever noticed me before. ever. bee_z1418 (at) yahoo.com
I don’t have a cool quote, or something clever to say but my name’s Ryan and I think we should be friends. Don’t you? SelvRya11 (at) JCPatriot.org
I love you. That’s all there is to it. I mean it, from the bottom of my heart. I want the world to know, but will you see it?
dasfinderdonkey (at) gmail.com
I worry that I will just coast through life. That I’ll never accomplish something extraordinary. That I’ll just be average. Does anyone else stress about this?
blueclover56 (at) hotmail.com
I worry. I know that I shouldn’t, and that my time would be better spent doing other things but I’ve had a few situations in my life takeover the part I have yet to live. I should be fearless. How do you overcome the fear of the unknown?
dncflrznmgznz(at)gmail.com
Is it worth it? Is it? Is the reward equal to all the trouble, the confusion, the pain, the heartache? Of course it is.
davebessom(at)gmail.com
The Florentine was shit. Rialto is a million times nicer. I sip my bloody mary and wonder if I’m staring at the waitress too much. And the other waitress, too. And the sun-dress girls passing by the window. It’s not too hot, a nice breeze carries through downtown. I think about lost change and an empty apartment. Barricades and cigarettes and memory loss. But the waitress smiles...
I once jerked off onto the sliding door of my high school’s library. What have you jerked off onto? Is that inappropriate?
blairahern (at) gmail.com
Please note that this submitter is a registered sex offender and you should contact him at your own risk.
I can’t wait to spread my wings and fly. This place makes me feel trapped. I’ve known most of these kids since middle school. Some since third grade. I need new faces;new streets. I may end up pulling out all of my hair by the time I move out. The past year I’ve embraced this ‘city’ more than I EVER have. But to be honest. I can’t hide it anymore, this town...
Well. Everyone at my school seems to think I’m gay. How are you?
tylerclarkpaige (at) gmail.com
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