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They say they don't trust you, me, we. It's all about us. [Nov. 4th, 2007|04:34 pm]
"I'm gonna go take a shower since you don't feel like talking to me."
"Fine."
"Call me later and tell me what's going on"
"Okay."
"Bye." i hang up the phone and let it drop into my lap. Tears instantly start falling down my cheeks in torrents. I wrapped the blankets closer around myself stealing it's warmth. After a few minutes I calmed myself down enough to pick up the phone. Just then the phone started ringing. Chelsea. I pick up.
"I was just about to call you."
"What's wrong" I recapped what had just happened which caused me to cry more. We both say goodbye and hang up. Several minutes later the phone rings again. I pray it's not him. it's Hollie. Once again I am forced to recap.

Alex calls. no party. i'm too upset. Erica calls.
"I'm coming to see you."

Sleepign pills. Three like the bottle says. Things are getting woozy. They're here. I can't do it. I need to lay down. Minutes later I wake up. They're gone. I drag my blankets into the living room and lay on the couch. Mom and I watch a little of Night At The Museum. Before I know it, it's morning. i drag myself off the couch. My stomach starts heaving. Oh god. I can't do this. I eat breakfast. Sleep. It's now 2. I need to stay up. I just want to sleep. Sleep.
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Through my eyes you'll see.... [Sep. 8th, 2007|07:20 pm]
I glanced out of the corner of my eye at you. We had been sitting on my couch for little over an hour, barely exchanging words. The second Pirate movie was on and you'd make small comments here and there about getting a tattoo of Jack Sparrow which would make me giggle. I hadn't giggled since Kevin. It felt nice.
You stopped talk for about ten minutes now so I stole a quick glance at you. You were asleep. It took everything in me not to reach over and run my fingertips along your cheekbone. I gripped the couch with painful pressure until you woke up. You looked over and smiled and I pretended I hadn't seen you.

Later when I walked back into the room I was surprised to find you walking into the kitchen. I suddenly felt bold and courageous as I poked you in the side and you gently held my wrist smirking. You could feel it. It was as though it was passing through the both of us.

"Give me your number." It wasn't a command, just a suggestion.
"You already have it." I smiled for what felt like the millionth time and uncapped the marker I held.
"Please?" I wrote my number in the black ink on the back of your hand and capped the marker again. You took it from me and held out your hand, palm up. "I'll give you mine. You can show off to everyone." I looked into your eyes and saw you staring back intently. I nodded and placed my hand into yours. It was remarkably soft and smooth. As you wrote down your name and number I concentrated on your skin and the feel of it on mine. When you finished you pulled away. I wanted to snatch your hand back and hold it again but I didn't.

"I need to go get the laundry." I stood up and brushed off my pants. A nervous gesture. You stood.
"I'll come." You followed me down to the basement and watched as I bent down and filled the basket with fresh laundry. I kicked the full basket aside and leaned on the dryer to reach the lint catcher. While I emptied it, you picked up the basket.
"You don't have to carry that." I reached for it but you pulled back.
"It's fine. I want to." I blushed deeply at your chivalry.

It was time for you to leave.
"I've gotta head out."
"Okay." Tension hung in the air with two friends in the room. One mine, one yours.
"No hug?"
"Not if you're all sweaty." I joked. You shrugged and started for the door. I grabbed your arm and pulled you back. The moment my arms wrapped around your neck, I didn't know if I was going to be able to let go. I could feel your muscles tightening around my waist. If no one else had been in that room, I would have kissed you.
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Great Memories For You [Jul. 29th, 2007|05:42 pm]
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[Location |Chelseas room]
[Mood | complacent]

I sat down on the white sand just far enough so the cold water couldn't reach me. Picking up a handful of the soft hand I let it sift through my fingers. Like the sands of time I thought. The sands of time had run out. For her atleast. This was where she was now. In body and spirit. When the last of the sand had left my hand I started to cry. It's not fair. She was always there for me and now, just like that she's gone. I feel so alone. I dug my fingers into the sand and bit down on the inside of my cheeks to keep from screaming. I had held it in for so long; all of that pain and anguish. It was tearing me apart. I had thought coming here to say my final goodbyes would give me closure. I was wrong. I just wanted her back. I wiped the tears from my face roughly, scratching my cheeks with sand that had clung to my hands. I was angry now. Angry at myself for not letting go. Angry that she was taken from me. Right before I had become an adult. Before I could graduate, have a family or get married. I slowly and shakily stood up and started towards the bright foamy ocean water. When the water reached my ankles I stopped and got used to the freezing waters. When my body had finally gotten numb, I reached into my pocket and pulled out a Carnation. Her favorite flower. It was slightly crushed but still beautiful. Like when she was dying. She seemed to shrink into herself but she had always looked beautiful to me. Even up untilt hat last night. I tore off the petals one by one and dropped them into the water Slowly the current carried them out and my hands were empty. I waited. I waited to feel closure. It wasn't there. Maybe it would never come. Maybe I could never let go of the fact she was truly gone. I waded back out of the water and back up the beach. Taking one final look at the horizen I said goodbye until the nect time I would be her. I love you.   

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Girlie you're at your best when you're sober. [Jul. 16th, 2007|08:57 pm]
[Mood | calm]
[Song |New York?]

Just stretch it out. Relax now. Stretch. Relax.
Feel it rising? Good. Don't look at him. He'll see right through you. He can see it in your eyes. He can see exactly how he makes you feel.
So vulnerable. So breathless. So good.
STOP. He caught your eyes and its all over now. Shake it off.
Stretch. Relax.
You glanced over again didn't you? What a moron you can be. You're in for it now kiddo.
I wish you luck. You're just going to melt in his eyes. You watch it now.
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No longer me. [Jul. 9th, 2007|04:16 pm]
I stepped off the sidewalk and into the street. It was too late at night for any cars to be coming so I walked in the middle of the street barefoot. There was always something about being so alone in the dark. It's how I felt inside although I hid it well. The cooling pavement sent shivers down my spine and I crossed my arms trying to keep myself from shivering more.

TBC

to be continued..
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Couldn't score. [Jun. 29th, 2007|07:49 pm]
Lifting up the card her hands started trembling. Was it from him? Could it possibly be what she had been waiting for? Gently opening the envelope and held her breath. This was it. This would decide her fate. Oh how much she cared for him. He meant the world for her. She tipped the envelope upside down and out came the card and a shower of glittering stars in rainbow colors. She smiled thinking of the day she met him. The small stars were caught in her hair when she returned home from the New Years party. She had removed several and placed them into her scrapbook to remind her of the party. And him. Now several months later, she was reminded again of how lucky she was. To have him. Opening the card her heart felt as though it had stopped. "You're not mine anymore. I've found someone else." Tears came to her eyes and made the tiny stars just rainbow blurs. This wasn't happening. He said he loved her. He said he'd never leave. Lies. Always lies.
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Living proof that the camera is lying. [Jun. 28th, 2007|03:26 pm]
How could this happen? Why is it that whenever I finally feel, it stops. I can't hear it beating anymore. I'll just keep going. One more bottle. One more memory lost.

Her smooth hands reached for the bottle and popped the top. The liquid drained into her mouth in a soothing steady beat. She reached up into the air as if grabbing a lightening bug from the sky. Then her hand dropped.

Just forget it. Forget it all.
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I won't let go. [Jun. 28th, 2007|02:43 pm]
[Mood | Allergies!]

New Lj. Mainly for the random story things I write. Just blurbs here and there about random things in my head. Look forward to it.
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