1. 19
    Apr

    "Once upon a time there was a crooked tree and a straight tree. And they grew next to each other. And every day the straight tree would look at the crooked tree and he would say, “You’re crooked. You’ve always been crooked and you’ll continue to be crooked. But look at me! Look at me!” said the straight tree. He said, “I’m tall and I’m straight.” And then one day the lumberjacks came into the forest and looked around, and the manager in charge said, “Cut all the straight trees.” And that crooked tree is still there to this day, growing strong and growing strange."

    -     Kneller, Wristcutters: A Love Story
  2. 19
    Apr

    Dear Scumbag,

    You know, if you’re going to be a dick to Katie you should be a dick to us both equally. SHE is my best friend. SHE stays by me. SHE supports me. SHE does not treat me like complete and utter shit. YOU, sir, are scum lower than scum. You care about no one but yourself. And I swear to god you must be fucking retarded because trying to reason with you is like talking to dirt only dirt is a bit more pleasant and it is actually productive in the world. I’m sorry you’re not getting anything out of our friendship but friendship is not supposed to be a PAYOFF you fucking two face PRICK. I tried to help you. I tried to defend you. Even though you tried put me down. I DEFENDED YOU. You no longer deserve my sympathy or my thoughts. You never gave a shit about me or my grandmother or this group and I hope you feel as bad as we think of you now. Oh and one more thing, WAY TO FUCKING PUNCH A GIRL YOU CLASSLESS PSYCHO.

    You are dead to me, DAN. You are my biggest regret and I hope this hurt you as much as you hurt me, Sarah, and Katie. Both emotionally AND physically.

    And by the way, DAN, it’s not love, it’s called being whipped. Enjoy being her lap dog.

    This was designed to hurt by an expert designer. Feel the sting. ~B

  3. 14
    Apr

    Blank Canvas

    blank like a canvas.

    the artist stares but just does not know what to paint.

    what a frustrating canvas.

    what an hurtful artist.

    such upsetting canvases don’t deserve paint, beauty, color.

    just blank.

    silent  .

    brooding     .

    nothingness        .

  4. 8
    Apr

    Again

    It’s happened again but unlike before I am filled with fear. Fear that it wont last, fear that my pursuit will end in disappointment. I looked up, my eyes scanning the room (people watching being one of my hobbies) and falling on a handsome man sitting in the back watching the teacher intently. Briefly I wondered what this grungy man would look like cleaned up. It was then I saw his potentially. But that would take work, changing, shaping, molding him into a mature man I would need him to be. I thought about it further letting my mind wonder what he was like, if he was intelligent, hard working, troubled, stuck up, or if he had a girlfriend. My heart sank at that thought. If that were the case I cursed life for dangling such wonderful people before me that I couldn’t have. “But,” I thought to myself, “I don’t know if he’s taken so it’s okay to hope. It’s harmless.” Thinking about him being lazy, unemployed immature man turned me off and I shoved this beautiful boy from my mind. Until, he spoke. I looked up and watched his lips move as he conveyed his concerns about the assignment to the teacher. At that moment I was awe struck. Never so happy to be proven wrong. Never again will I judge someone before meeting them. I felt silly but for the rest of the class my eyes did not leave him. I thought of several different ways of approaching him but nothing seemed good enough.

    Class ended and we packed up. As soon as I stood he was walking past me, in a hurry to get home I assumed. I cursed silently and went to talk to the teacher. By the time I left I scanned the area to see if I could catch up to him. He was too far ahead. I trailed behind him watching him like a love sick dog. Wisps of smoke drifted from his lips as I turned and went home.

  5. 12
    Mar
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    Mar
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