March 2011
2 posts
Princesses and Rock Stars
I let the wind toss my short, reddish hair all over the place and ruin my part. I’m chilled with my long legs covered by nothing than a pair of nylons that are a size too big for me, and my black and green-grey skirt, which is barely long enough to be modest while the air is still, does nothing to retain any warmth. But I couldn’t care. I might look like a mess, like nothing special...
Hello
I miss you.
I miss being able to talk to you about everything. Now I can barely bring myself to wish you “happy birthday” or “good morning”. I’m nervous to invite you to social functions. We used to be just about inseperable. Granted we went to different high schools, and you had work, so it was pretty hard to get together, but that one week of testing when all the...