i want to feel at least something cuz then i know that i'm not nothing but now i don't i cannot feel my mind is empty my heart knows nothing

there is more to him than i can see not that i can't see the pictures are crystal quality but my mind is empty the feel of prospective clothes or the racks-what did the racks look like? only my heartbeat is clear an eager patter quickening in my chest my lungs are short of breath in its earnest rhythm it seeks the warmth that surges steadily if only i could die no person could I know

the spectators only watched as we did real work charged and pulled together into one another the elemental reaction forced us to separate i to it and it to you precipitate?

he cried before my eyes then later he apologized why wouldn't he tell me and why was there shame his pain is nothing of which to be ashamed i tried to tell him; i tried to show that crying is strength and sharing is brave i was honored

i think that was the last thing i wrote that he cried before my eyes then later he apologized and suddenly they all disappeared with hallways vacant and the mall cleared and Tim and I spent the night with paper clip bows to stage a fight and then he too went away with just the washers to keep my ghosts away until I too left that place and nothing remained but that's okay a story place told by a story face

Hey! you didn't have to relate But you did, and I appreciate The simple way you gave me cake The dorky way- completely fake You made me smile, and I'll take Whatever it is to me you fate I'm happy just that you relate.

Es importante que yo tenga un amigo que me apoye en la vida. Do you understand me? I need someone to support me! But, as of now I'm doing well. I don't notice that it's missing, but like a tower made with Jenga one drop will make me flop.

i want to feel safe period, end of statement that's what I want no, what I need humans don't like surprises i don't enjoy the experience of stress so what is it i do? when emotions threaten to spill and depression is ready to fill where do i turn? to paper and pen or to a friend do i have a friend? a rock on which to lean in to which I can rant where can i claim a steady source for myself?

i cannot believe the stupidity what do I do? What could I have done? They are in a serious amount of trouble. Why would they? How could they? They could have stopped it. I should have stopped it. Did I really just witness that? Such a display of hot-headedness. Now I am stuck and now I am terrified. This is too much to worry over. I almost sought help. Maybe I should have spoken earlier. No, I know I should have. I don't know anything and yet I know all I know that this was wrong- I know I'm wrought with worry

a splotch of orange in a field of gray not just any gray cold and unfeeling hard stony faces slabs of dead rock make it only a world of gray the kind of gray that fills and flows the kind of fate that overbears the one burst of hope flutters away