

IdiomaticI just wanted to get over her.Idiomatic
Standing six feet over her, on her grave, didn't help as much as I had expected.
I hated the way the grass was filling in the remaining bare splotches.
Sure, she had to be buried. But not covered. Nobody deserves to be covered.


This Pain TogetherTwo miserable lives. Two perilous pairs of eyes. Ravens, hawks, falcons, buzzards. In life, we're constantly dying. In war, we're constantly losing. If I could keep just one thing in my life, it would be this emptiness you gave me.This Pain Together
Words are laundry hung out on the line, tedious even as they dry. These silences used to comfort me, when they echoed grains of sand, But now I find their presence fleeting, my thoughts are ever-so quickly retreating To those times when something was certain. Not permanent, but iminently doomed. The nice thing about a ticking time bomb is that most


Notes2INotes2
Never write notes. Especially to someone you care about.
They just become evidence.
Evidence of your naivety, evidence of their utter indifference, evidence of the past.
If you have no notes, it's almost as if things never happened. It's almost as if you never knew them and never met them. If you try hard enough, and eventually forget why you were doing it, you can erase someone from your life.
But not if you have notes.
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Never care for someone like you mean it.
I mean, it's okay to enjoy that person's company, but never let them enough


What's Become of UsHello, my Darling:What's Become of Us
Two years ago, it would never have occurred to me that we could be in a situation where I would not purposefully cross the street just to say, "Hello." There are some people, you see, whose presence you take for granted--whose friendship and love you assume, always assume, will be available and of interest. But today, while I was busy juggling the mail and looking for my keys, I watched you come out of the coffee shop and walk right past me--and I let you go. It wasn't conscious, it was simply that I had other things on my mind. For the first time in forever--in our f


spencer's real eulogy.When I was sixteen years old, my best friend Spencer was murdered. I did not cry.spencer's real eulogy.
A lot of other people cried, though. Especially at the funeral, which was held at the main church in town so all the kids in our year could come and pretend to really care. Spencers mother- who was, and still is, a fuckwit, incidentally- wanted me to write an eulogy. I said no on the inside because I plain didnt want to, and no on the outside because sorry-I-just-wouldnt-be-able-to-hold-myself-together.
Stevie Macintosh, who was Spencers only friend in preschool, did it instead, and he said t
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