Saturday, November 26, 2011

"In the Arms of Another Day"

Please don't ask me to write anymore. I don't know if I can. And also don't ask me to sing, 'cause I'm losing my voice. Or maybe just losing heart. And I can't drive at all. Let me do things on my own terms. Call my name and hold my hands and kiss my lips and hold me near you, please, that's fine, but let me do things on my own terms. Avery won't do anything until she is dead, and Kaitlyn won't do anything until she's out of her pajamas, and I won't do anything until I want to. I guess that's why we're friends, Avery and Kaitlyn and I: We're stubborn.

I'm just going to vacuum this whole house because I'm the best daughter, no other reason. Jklol; I totally have ulterior motives.

Let me google what I want to. Let me google "Burberry Acoustic" and "Andrew Garfield" and "chemistry puns" and "cat pictures." I don't want to learn about the Nazi invasion of France right now. I want to read Scott Pilgrim comics and I'm still trying to get used to this skin I was given.

I miss the ocean and I miss my youth, so let me mope.

No one calls me back anymore. I'm not interesting enough. I tell myself that I'm far too interesting, really, but that's just so that I can sleep at night.

I do listen when you talk. I promise what you say is powerful. I want to write swear words, but I know that people will read them and that people will not approve of me. I suppose it shouldn't matter because no one approves of anyone else anyway.

Look at the salmon in the koi pond and watch me eat them raw. "I like it because it is bitter and because it is my heart."

I'm not depressed or unwell. I'm just tired and I can't play the piano and I can't set priorities: to write French or to write plays? Fifty points should mean something, but it doesn't. Not yet. So I write nothing at all. Except this, and does this count, even?

"I'm trapped, but I want to be trapped." Sort of.

You will rule the whole world soon, I feel like.
All my love,

P.S. 100 followers? Holla!


Ginger Herself. said...

You are beautiful, and your writing inspires me. Never change. :)

HayleyElise said...

I just called you, then I remembered your phone is taken. So call me please.

I love you and this. You, well you're an inspiration.

Heather said...

I approve of your quoting Stephen Crane and mentioning chemistry puns.
Not that it matters what I approve of.
I just thought I'd tell you. :)

Cody said...

Hi Heather 030 said...

Why does this make me miss you?

Bailey said...

and this simply is wonderful.
your Blog and writing are 2 of my favorites.