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Once Dear FriendI think I have finally come to terms with the fact that I have lost someone who used to be very dear to me.More Like This
I was in denial for a while...I kept making excuses for her.
The first month...Well, maybe she has been really busy....
The second...maybe she lost my phone number...
Then the third...maybe something's wrong, maybe I should call around to try and find her...
So I did.
And, finally, I heard her voice over the phone.
I was so happy.
But I quickly realized something I never thought would happen, something that hurt more than anything else.
Her voice was...what was that I was hearing?
She was...annoyed...angry.
And she hung
Falling into LightI would give to youMore Like This
what there is left of me,
but it's such a mess-
and frankly, not too pretty.
And I don't really think
that you would like to see
what's going on
inside my mind-
I'm probably half crazy.
I am beyond repair.
Look- read my lips:
Dammit! Just stop trying!
I KNOW I can't be fixed.
Why do you ignore
all my angry words?
Please, just go away.
I don't want m-
I mean you-
to get hurt.
I can't understand-
why won't you leave?
But, you know, deep down inside,
it might be that I'm relieved.
Because, when I see you,
I think I want to smile.
And it feels...
well, rather nice.
I guess it's been quite a while.
Sealed with a KissToday, I felt the impulse again.More Like This
I heard the soft, enticing words
of an old "friend"
urging me back to a place I tried to forget,
calling up dusty memories
of blood, tears, and regrets.
Like an addict given the chance to score
I wanted it so bad.
I thought "Just once more-
I've done well for so long, and no one would know..."
I'll admit, I was weak.
I came very, very close.
But then I remembered a promise, sealed with a kiss
to never, ever again,
do something like this.
I thought not of me, but what you'd say instead-
It would kill you to know
the thoughts now in my head.
Something snapped, and I pushed those thoughts aw
That Nagging FeelingThat Nagging feelingMore Like This
Kim watched her BF as he consumed his favorite meal. Her grilled chicken salad sat partially eaten in front of her. The prom was a pleasant memory of a few weeks ago. Now spring break had come and the two were enjoying the first evening of their week-long freedom from Mr. Barkin. It also meant later curfews and more time together.
"Hey girl, WTSFSB?" Monique slid into the booth next to Kim.
"What?" asked Kim.
Ron sat unable to speak from his cheeks being pooched out from stuffing the rest of his naco in his mouth.
"What's the sitch for Spring Break?" Monique explained, rolling her eyes.
Kim smiled slightly and
