One shot. If I could get my hands to stop shaking and aim, that’s all it would take. The gun was heavy and kept slipping from my sweaty palms. She stared up at me, her once playful, lively brown eyes stared up at me, now pale and vacant. Her skin was a sickly yellow color, her dark hair and clothes drenched in blood. It…

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I had a weird dream last night. I dreamt that Riley and I got back together. It was strange. I don't know where we were, but I complimented his shoes, told him I really liked them. He didn't look like he does now, with his stupid blazer and his scene kid hair with the purple in it and his silly glasses, he looked like the Riley I knew a long time ago. Anyways, I told him I liked his shoes, and he said he'd heard Pam had the same ones. I don't know exactly what happened after that. I… Continue

Well... I'm not friends with Riley anymore. We haven't spoken in nearly a month. We had a falling out over something silly, and haven't spoken since. I miss him. I can't help but remember all the amazing times we had, instead of the many shitty times. Shitty times don't seem so shitty anymore. I was just being dramatic. 'Omg, he's hanging out with Lexi.' Who the hell cares? She's his friend, too. I mean, the Layla and Breanna thing was stupid, how he hung out with them because they were…

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Sitting at home alone. I'm cold, I'm bored, I'm lonely, and I'm pigging out on chocolate. I'm thinking of trying blow one of these days. I'd rather spend my money on that then what I was planning on spending it on. I feel like screaming, or throwing stuff, or punching someone, but I can't. I can just sit here quietly and blog to nobody about how I feel, because no one real cares enough to listen. My mom is preoccupied with the bar, Jessica with herself, shitty fucking Riley with shitty fucking… Continue