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[23 Nov 2004|09:42pm]
Hahaha. Livejournal blows hard. Sorry. I moved to GJ something like a month ago. Journal's under the same name. Add me over there? Cos I won't be coming here anymore.
Stand a little taller

[02 Nov 2004|08:52am]
Hm...s'been awhile, hasn't it? What, two, three weeks since The Longest Update Known to Mankind Let's see. Since then we've haaaaaad...homecoming football game, homecoming itself, Halloween Party, making Jazz Choir, Winter One Acts, NaNoWriMo and...er...yeah. Okay, so it's been a busy few weeks. But rest assured, none of it is worth talking about.

With the end of first quarter came grades, but nobody likes grades so it's really no big thing. Also with the end of first quarter came more political ads than I ever care to see again. Mmm...a country divided...

I think that's the funny thing about politics. People get so up in arms about elections, even though, let's face it, we haven't had a real winner running for president on either side in a good long time. It's like I told Rosalie: People got riled up about Gore/Bush, people are getting riled up about Bush/Kerry, and people are going to get riled up about John Kerry/Richard Simmons in four years, if my eye for politics is not so blind as I think it is. But, that's another story entirely.

Lessee...well, I happen to be sitting in the most bullshit class in the world right now, having just finished an aptitude test that was supposed to take me an hour and a half, in reality taking all of thirty-five minutes. It's supposed to be a business class, but thus far, the only thing I have learned is to stay as far away from DECA as is humanly possible.

Had first meeting for Winter One Acts yesterday. I've been cast as a middle-aged bitchy secretary who gets to sexually attack this guy named Steve who apparently is God's gift to women, and see Fanning in his boxer shorts. Ah, the thrills of a play directed by someone my own age.

But yes! NaNoWriMo started yesterday, and I'm something like 1,857 words in and already sort of wondering how I'm going to squeeze another 48,000 words out of my story concept. As it stands, I still have no concrete name for my main character and no title. YAY LAST MINUTE!

All right, I'm done here. LOFF.

"Because my Critical Skills teacher apparently has no faith in her students whatsoever..."
5 found their pride| Stand a little taller

[18 Oct 2004|11:14am]
<.< >.> I've been writing a lot since I've been sick. And...er...yeah. A lot of it turned out really well, some of it isn't even worth posting, but as I am a comment whore, I will post it anyway. Andthen! I will tell you the best parts of the best party ever. Nods. Admit it, you all love that I'm wordy.

SO! This first...little...bundley thing....was written for Ehat in retaliation (not the right word) to a gift that she gave me. Nods. All of the usual pairings, save one that will probably make everyone go cross-eyed with "...when the fuck did that happen?" Thankfully, that one's first. Cookies to anyone who can read the rest of them cross-eyed. :D

He's always demanded words...Collapse )
It felt like falling...Collapse )
Giggle. Fluff! S'really all this one is.
He makes him remember...Collapse )
And finally, I showed this last bit to my madre, and she teared up a bit.
It made me sort of proud.
'Cadence's hair turns almost red in the winter.'Collapse )

And finally finally, I wrote something last night that sort of gave me chills. Sort of in the sense that it did. It made Dano and Ehat cry, so I wasn't sure whether or not I should post it, but I really liked the way that it turned out, so I figured that I would. Um. I...hope you enjoy it, and see how pretty it is after the fact.

She loved it about him, that much he knew...Collapse )

Right then, I feel the need to end on something happy, and as luck would have it, I haven't posted anything about the best party ever. Really, there's nothing I can tell you that hasn't been said, so the brief rundown of the important bits:
The Straight-Laced Kids: Watch A Knights Tale
Number of People Actually Watching the Movie: Probably none.
They were Distracted By: Edie's ass, one-handed bra unhooking/rehooking, raucous fivesomes (is that enough to be called an orgy?), Cheetos and M&Ms being flung through the air with wild abandon, the random blue screens, Keener and Edie shaking it and/or molesting Heath Ledger on the wall, the random intervals of the movie being on the ceiling, Ben's black rocking chair dealy, and so, so, so much more.
The Movie: Ends.
Dylan: Purity Game!
The Straight-Laced Kids: ...MMKAY!
Jacque: Admits that she has never had a lesbian sex dream.
Everyone Else in the Room: Has, apparently.
The Straight-Laced Kids: Really are not so straight-laced. At all.
The Purity Game: Gets boring. Is replaced by truth or dare.
Truth or Dare: Victory Dance.
Rosalie: Has to kiss Sara.
Edie: Has to kiss Emily.
Jacque: Has to kiss Nick.
Dylan: Refuses to kiss Ben.
Ben: Tenderly strokes the corner with music playing and everything.
Nick: Refuses to lick the wall.
Ben: Said he would do it.
Jacque: Cracks really dirty comment about shots on the wall. ...Also has to lick Nick's hand.
The Straight-Laced Kids: Have the maturity levels of cheese. Go outside and sing "Hey Baby" until Jacque's mom comes.
Jacque, Keener and Rosalie: Have to leave.
The Party: Sort of dies.
Jacque, Keener and Rosalie: EGO BOOST!

Annnndyeah. OH! And I have this conversation with Ehat to show for it:

xBobTCat: <.< Oh. Right.
xBobTCat: Hackwheeze.
heatheriscool13: O.O
xBobTCat: It wasn't anything special. Nods. <.< I licked his hand and that was really what got the most action of you want the truth.
heatheriscool13: HAHAHA

And now I'm done. Swear.

"Because words are like water...give them a minute, and I swear they'll drown you..."
17 found their pride| Stand a little taller

[15 Oct 2004|10:45pm]
It takes a lot of effort, I have seen, to smile through that which holds us down. I'm sure all of you know that. More than that, it takes a lot of effort to keep smiling as you watch your life change in a pretty huge way. Sort of funny, how quickly things change on you. Scary, really. One minute, you're one of so many million Americans, walking down the street, and the next, you're plastered to the front of a bus while what's left of you dies in the street. I just think it's scary is all, scary and a bit cruel.

I've had a lot of time to think about that over the past few days. I've felt a lot of things, emotions running the gamut from sickened to devistated to furious and everywhere in between. And I haven't learned anything yet, other than the fact that sometimes it's better to start from square one. Sometimes it's better to go back to where you came from and walk a different path in life.

But whatever. I haven't got the right to let it get me down like that. I'm sure that so many other kids have gone through this more times than I have, and it's them who deserve your attention, not me. So for now, I'll leave this sitting here, probably for my own benefit, while I go and help others with the problems that they're faced with in every day life. That's the way it was before, and this move of ours back to the beginning won't change that. I like to help people move forward in life. It's one of the very few things that I'm good at. As for myself, I'll get back to square one eventually, and when I do, everything will be perfect again. It's really the journey back that's so painful. But the hands that I've got on my back are strong ones, unwavering, or so I like to think, even when my steps get shaky. I love the hands at my back because they are the only reason that I haven't stumbled thus far.

That said, if I act like I don't care about your problems, give me a minute. If I act like I want you to leave me alone, please, God, don't.

Lord, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
Courage to change the things that I can,
And the wisdom to know the difference.
3 found their pride| Stand a little taller

[10 Oct 2004|04:21pm]
"It's not the destination that matters, it's the journey" -I have no idea.

I'm assuming that it was either some dead guy or some pseudo-intellectual movie character, but that's beside the point, because it's so true! Last night, six of us attended a fifteen minute party. Yeeeup! Fifteen minutes. That's all it took! But, the best of it is, it took two hours to plan Cooper and I getting over there.

General Timeline of the Planning: Beneath the cut for your convenience.Collapse )

So we met at Subway, and I was informed that they’d nearly stolen a Bush-Cheney sign on the way over. I was amused. They met my little brother, and apparently he’s cooler than I am. Go figure. Though, I’m beginning to think that it’s because he did back flips in some random person’s yard, and gave Sara someone to run into the political signs with.

So we finally get to Ben’s at quarter to ten, hang out for all of fifteen minutes until we get shut down at ten because Ben’s dad thought it was time for all of us to go home. So, the five of us, Dylan had gone home, talking about Chuck E. Cheese. Nick’s mom came and got us and I was home by 10:15.

Oh and…er…I got a date to homecoming too. May have left out that little detail. Hugegrin. Yeah. It was nice. And warm. And fuzzy. :DD

And that’s all I have. Nods. EXCEPT! New inside jokes, as worded by Ben: The car wash fight. Running. Signs. Pocket tumors. Backflips. Apples and bannanananas. Violence makes me laugh. Was it just me or was that thing flying? All the cool kids sit down. Don't play in traffic. Chuck E. Cheese. I think that's them. Purple, orange, and green are already taken, we're talking politics.

“Because every now and again, the straight-laced kids need to get a little weird…”
4 found their pride| Stand a little taller

[08 Oct 2004|11:51am]
Home sick. Oh-so-very sickly. It's not so much fun, but I'll get over it. It was amazing, because when I went to bed two nights ago, I was fine. I woke up at 4:30 the next morning with a raging sore throat and a twenty minute incoherent debate with myself as to whether it was really 4:30 or 6:30. BSed my way through school that day, only to come home and try to be social and talk to people. Slept from 5:15 to 7:30, woke up, got Subway, came home, went back to sleep. Woke up again at 10:30, to find Madre at home from her volleyball game. Had a little chat with her that I can't remember today, something about my day and how much I suck at badminton, I'm sure, and then right back to sleep. Woke up this morning at 6:30 after the most vivid dream I've ever had, and choked down some breakfast. Went to school, but only after I was assured that it wouldn't be a crime if I came home after lunch, sucked more at badminton, took a test on it, went to choir, tore the left knee of my Lucky jeans from seam to seam, then sang some. Fun, fun, fun. There was, however, a light at the end of the head-blocked tunnel. Nick, Rosalie, Chris and I all went out to lunch today. First time off campus. Woot. Good times were established. Rosalie, Chris, Nick, I'm sorry you guys were late to class. But it was fun, so I'm not that sorry. Smile.

And now, I am home and in my pajamas, getting ready to go to sleep because I've already had to go through and check this for typos twice now. Have a great day, and I swear I'll actually try to be around tonight.

"Because my m's are b's and my l's practically don't exist...and that's just a crime..."
3 found their pride| Stand a little taller

[04 Oct 2004|03:55pm]

....Sorry. I thought it was getting a bit too quiet.

So yeah. Rosalie and I are writing again. And you know how spiffy that always makes me feel. :DD

Um. I didn't really have anything to say after that, so...er...carry on then. :]

"Because random outbursts keep me insane..."
1 found their pride| Stand a little taller

[30 Sep 2004|10:03pm]
GIGGLE! I made iconses. They're us! It's so great. All of you rock me, and I was bored. Nods. Especially Keener, because she allowed me to take a picture of her when she was mid-orgasm. GIGGLE.

How could something so much fun be so dysfunctional?Collapse )

Take them if you'd like. That would actually make me very happy. There will be more, probably better quality, but yes.

On another note entirely, I sprained my ankle today. GO ME. -____- It hurtses. A lot. But that's okay. My cookies were a hit, and that makes me smile like you wouldn't believe. But I'll be done here. Nods.

"Because I had an extra thirty minutes to kill..."
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[23 Sep 2004|10:41pm]
It's amazing the power a letter holds. I wanted to write one earlier, I didn't really care to whom it was addressed, just really wanted to write one. I was worried that I wouldn't have much to say, so I just started writing, and ended up with these. Sorry if they're long. You don't really have to read. I've just been thinking a lot lately.

Dear Best Friend-Collapse )

Dear 'Special Someone-'Collapse )

Dear 'Worst Enemy'-Collapse )

Dear Dad-Collapse )

All My Love-
Your Best Friend, An Admirer of Your Spirit, The Eternal Nag, Your Little Girl...

"Because I've been thinkin' a lot lately..."
4 found their pride| Stand a little taller

[20 Sep 2004|07:28pm]
[ mood | forgetful, apparently ]



Hi guys.

I just got finished with a twenty-minute rapid fire question and answer session with Alex, and he drives me crazy in the WORST sort of way.

Summary of the Entire Conversation:

xBobTCat: Um. How high are the chances that I'm gong to walk away from this without actually learning a thing about you?
Dawsdude: what?
Dawsdude: reword
xBobTCat: I mean that, thus far, I haven't really learned anything about you, even though we're pretty much playing 100 questions. Is it gonna be that way the whole time?
Dawsdude: i dunno
Dawsdude: next

Mmmmhm. Yeah. Runs off to think of something meaningful to write.

EDIT: ...I definitely forgot that I updated earlier. STILL!

"Because it would really just be to easy for people to give and receive straight answers..."

4 found their pride| Stand a little taller

[20 Sep 2004|05:31pm]
[ mood | frustrated ]

Gah. One of the most frustrating feelings in the world is most definitely the knowledge that you're forgetting some detail...some minute detail that's could make or break a story, or worse, some tiny detail that could make every little bit fall perfectly into place. I just have to find one, and then I can breathe easy again. Until then: HOLDSBREATHUNTILTHEIDEASCOME.

...Passes out.

Stand a little taller

[17 Sep 2004|08:21pm]
Hum(p)-dee-dum-dee-dum. Another Friday, another dollar. Spent, that is. Psh, right, me make money and not spend it. That's funny. Speaking of funny, (God, am I ever awesome with transitions :DD) our group of friends makes me laugh. And I have also realized that society's standard of "normal" was long lost on us. Either that, or hanging out in such close proximity to one another has really warped our sense of social propriety. Either way, it's awesome. Look and see what I mean:

DanoCollapse )

LinnieCollapse )

HeatherCollapse )

And, a slightly longer version, as luck may have it:
EhatherCollapse )

Grin. I love my friends. Love, love, love them. All of them. Smooshes protectively.

"Because our differences should be celebrate...and then laughed at..."
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Dear Best Friend- [15 Sep 2004|03:57pm]
Dear Best Friend-Collapse )

"Because the things that mean the world to us must be celebrated..."
Stand a little taller

[13 Sep 2004|08:21am]
[ mood | accomplished ]

Yet another random update because it's late start monday and, as usual, I overestimated the amount of time it would take me to get ready, and that means twenty extra minutes of time that I don't have. It's like a little tradition between you and I. And it's nice. I like it. Strokepet.

Ehat and I have been talking this morning, and when we talk, something morally productive almost never comes of it. We discussed my weird urges when it comes to writing- half of the Radie we write, Fredelope desk stuff and Kevin and Penny's little...deal, all of those came from an insane urge that one of us had- and we decided to act on another one of them. It's a seriessorta this time. And part of it does not involve one member of WillyNilly trying to kill the other because he tried to give him a drunken lapdance. No. No it doesn't. Because that would be weird.

heatheriscool13: Snort it'll be a series.
xBobTCat: :D Rock on.
heatheriscool13: Is not contemplating writing any of this at work.
xBobTCat: Grin. That's good because I'm not contemplating writing any of this at school.
heatheriscool13: I love us so.
xBobTCat: I do too. We're so productive in a depraved sort of way.
heatheriscool13: We're also the weirdest girls I know.
heatheriscool13: We really should be 12 year old boys.
xBobTCat: SNORT. Yes, yes we should.
heatheriscool13: Snortdies. I'm trying not to laugh and people are looking at me.
xBobTCat: Eeeee.
xBobTCat: Will not make WillyNilly lapdance comment then,
heatheriscool13: DO
xBobTCat: SNORT. I was just thinking about how Wally would totally do it if he were drunk enough to not realize it, and I just had this hilarious picture of Nin pullling a gun on him.

See? Nothing of the kind. It will probably never be posted, because Ehather and I have realized how precariously the pair are to flaming homosexuality. And that would be bad.


...Actually, I lied. There is no anyway. I have to go to school now. Ablah.

"Because twenty minutes in the morning can really make all the difference in the world..."

6 found their pride| Stand a little taller

[12 Sep 2004|06:07pm]
I love random updates. They're so much fun. I would just like to share that Dano and Ehat were picking out sexual theme songs for their characters, and they picked one for Kevin. It was Ludacris, "What's Your Fantasy."
Lyrics Because They're Disgusting and Amuse Me.Collapse )

So yeah, that's that. I was very peppy today for something like four or five hours today. I do believe that deserves a cookie. But it was still loads of fun. I worked the church carnival from 9:15 to 10:30 and then babysat some of the church kids til about noon. Then, we ate lunch and I went to the Olander carnival and spoke peppily to children from about 1:00 to 3:00. Again, lots and lots of fun, to be sure, just with an excess of happy that tapped into reserves that I never knew I had. Rosalie, Ben, Blake and I hung out at the playground until something like 4:30, which made me realize that we are now officially "the creepy high school kids who go back to elementary school." I came home and wrote my PE essay, yes PE essay, and laughed because it turned out sort of funny.

I also reread all my old LJ entries last night. Cried a bit on the really long one that I wrote the day that Nicki told me that I sucked, though was sadly very amazed that I actually managed to write something with real depth and meaning. I also laughed, though more than just a bit, when I reread the Cean Incident. And the Sally-Anne incident. All very amusing. If you have time, go back and find it. It's a big, long conversation entry. Impossible to miss.

And now I'm off. ILOVEYOUALL!

"Because I'm a funned out for the day, but thanks anyway..."
So now, I'm debating trying to finish my math project before Mrs. Spaude gets here to take me to youth group. ....So much for debate. Grins. I haven't got much to say this time, which is probably cause for hurrah because I am, in fact, extremely verbose.
5 found their pride| Stand a little taller

[09 Sep 2004|04:43pm]
[ mood | bitchy ]

I feel violated. I feel gross. I hate choir and that makes me feel even worse.

After standing, working on the same part of the same song for something like half an hour.
Mr. Cannady: Sopranos, your entire section is sharp. Very sharp.
Jacque: All right, where are we sharp?
Mr. Cannady: Everywhere.
Jacque: Yes, but that doesn't help. Where do we start?
Mr. Cannady: Say that again with posture.
Jacque: Stands up stick straight. Where do we start going sharp?
Mr. Cannady: No. Say "Where do we start" with posture.
Jacque: Okay...stands up even straighter. Where do we start?
Mr. Cannady: Keep your arms at your sides and say it again.
Jacque: Does as he says. Where do we start?
Mr. Cannady: Drop your jaw and say it again.
Jacque: Drops jaw. Where do we start?
Mr. Cannady: Puts hand across Jacque's chin and squeezes cheeks. Put your tongue on your teeth and say it again.
The Entire Class of Non-Crossovers: Is staring.
Jacque: ...I can't.
Mr. Cannady: Put your tongue forward and say it again.
Jacque: ...Where do we start?
Mr. Cannady: Say it again.
Jacque: Steps to the side. All right, I get it.
Mr. Cannady: Goes back to the front of the room. When you sing sharp, I am not your enemy, singing sharp is your enemy.
Jacque: Does not say a word for the rest of the class. Can't speak.

He touched me. And I'm going to scream. And I'm going to drop choir. And singing is all I have going for me. I could just stab him. -_-


9 found their pride| Stand a little taller

[07 Sep 2004|06:32pm]
Been a while since I've done one of these.

Stolen from Ehat:

Ask me 6 questions, mother fuckers.

Any six, no matter how personal, private or random, I have to answer them honestly (THERE ARE LIMITS).
Then post this message in your Livejournal.


Leave a comment with your name if you want to know what I really think of you, and I'll reply and tell you. No lies, all honesty.

"Because there's something to be said for riding the bangwangon..."
10 found their pride| Stand a little taller

[04 Sep 2004|09:08am]
Second update in about twelve hours! Go me! I had the urge to start me some bangwangon today, and so, here I am.

I've always wondered what, if anything, people would say about me if they were to write an autobiography. So, I wrote it down.

Your mission, should you be bored enough to accept it, is to intoduce yourself to a story from somebody else's point of view, a best friend's and a "worst enemy" if you will.

Rosalie.Collapse )

AlyssaCollapse )

Giggle. That was fun.

And She Shall Be Called...Collapse )

"Because I wanted to...?"
1 found their pride| Stand a little taller

[03 Sep 2004|08:58pm]
Snort. Rosalie and I playing twenty questions:
xBobTCat: Hm. All right. I'm thinking of....another person.
xAimeWitch: kay. famous?
xBobTCat: Sadly, yes.
xBobTCat: One.
xAimeWitch: male/
xBobTCat: Nope.
xAimeWitch: hilary duff
xBobTCat: DAMN IT.
xAimeWitch: HA

Giggle. I love her. She makes my day.

"Because she knows me really well, and it's creepy..."
2 found their pride| Stand a little taller

[30 Aug 2004|05:56pm]
Well, I promised you a mind dump, so here it is. It's long and makes no sense, as brain drains often are, but yeah.

The other day, a friend of mine told me, though not directly, that I'd impacted her life like a meteor. It scares me to know that I've had that much of an effect on someone's life. I didn't mean to, it just sort of happened. But then, when I think about it, if me just sort of whirlwinding into her life was like being struck by a huge ball of space junk, then her taking her place in my life, quietly, subtley, had pretty much the effect of the polar icecaps melting and making Denver the new west coast. When I think about life without her, I just draw this big ol' blank. But then I remember that without her, I would be on the fast track to drinking and smoking pot just like all of my old friends. I would still be clinging to Jeff and unable to fathom life on my own. I wouldn't write the way that I do. I would be vulgar, rude, and unbearable to be around.

Welcome, Denver. The beaches are nice today. We've knocked down the mile high marker and filled it with sand.


Another thing I've always wondered is whether there are many more kids like me; children of divorce who can't even begin to wonder what it was like for their parents to be together. I tried to paint myself a picture of what it would be like: conservative father and free-spirited mother and daughter. I would have no Cooper, no Ashley, Tracey or Jake. That's why it amazes me that children of divorce are so selfish.


Even just my father and I together is worth a grin or two. He speaks French, I don't. I speak animal noises and he doesn't. I believe that people should marry for love, he's a conservative with little mind for change. It's really sort of funny when you think about it. I have no idea what I got from him. If anybody has any idea, give me a call and let me know. It seems worth investigating.


My name, when rearranged, can spell "A CAB ELOQUENCE HER HI JULY." I think that's cool, in a weird sort of way.


I have this fear of finishing things. I can't do it on my own. Stories, fics, you name it. I can't do it. I have never finished a fanfiction written entirely by myself, and I'm beginning to wonder if I ever will.


Sex makes me laugh. I've poked at it and analyzed it in the most poetic possible manner, and still I can't help but laugh. I'm not sure why. I sort of wonder how far I’ll be able to get into my first time without laughing. I’m starting a pool soon, and my money’s on seven and a half minutes.


A lot of people spend their whole lives waiting for something. Yeah, me too. But I’m not waiting for someone to come along and say the magic word that will make things all better or some fairytale or something like that. I’m waiting for the magic man to ride into town and tell me that none of this is real. That my life and all my troubles aren’t real. I’m waiting for someone to come along and tell me that the real me is sleeping like Rip van Winkle and that there’s a life that I can’t even begin to comprehend waiting for me, if I’ll just wake up. But I’m not looking forward to it. I’m scared of it. I’m scared that the real Jacque is just like every other kid, with no recollection of a friend like Rosalie, noises that are made, and things that I laugh about. I worry about it every day. I’m scared that if I go to sleep one night, I’ll wake up and find out that I never really met Ehather or Dano or Linnie or any of the people that make me so happy. Stay the fuck away from me, magic man.


My cat is going to grow up bilingual because half the time I only speak to her in Spanish.


It’s really hard to keep breathing when you just want to cry.


My name is Jacqueline Haley Boucher. I am the daughter of a liberal democrat and a conservative republican. I want to be on Broadway one day, but more than that, I want to see my name on the New York Times and I want to see myself acting across Scott Clifton or Eden Reigel or Susan Lucci on daytime television, and I’ve wanted to since I was six years old. When I was eight I wrote my first “published” story and my teacher told me I had a future as an author. When I was eight I sang my first solo and my music teacher told me I had a future as a singer. When I was eight I had the lead in the school play and my teacher told me I had a future as an actress.

How much of that did any one of you know about me? My guess is not much. I’d really like to tell all of you that stuff someday.


Not many people understand me. And of course, I don’t mean that in the conventional way. Taken quite literally, people don’t understand the things that I say. Probably because most of them aren’t English. Then, I suppose most of it isn’t any language at all. I wonder what it’s like for other people looking at me sometimes. Are they confused, or have they just written me off as some joke that’s laughed at, but not really acknowledged? It’s kind of an entertaining thought.


In that same respect, I wonder what it’s like for teenagers who have nothing better to talk about than clothes, boys and plans for the weekend. What’s it trying to understand someone like me or Rosalie? I really wish I knew, because then maybe I could be a little better at trying to communicate with them.


If I hadn’t had so many problems in life, would I be better at listening to other people’s problems?


Why was the most precious gift in the world given to people who don’t know how to do anything but destroy it?


I also sort of wonder what would happen if I got the answers I was looking for. I would give anything for peace from them, even if it was only for a little bit.


I’m exhausted, and it’s six in the evening.


My baby is dying. Its lifeblood is pouring through my fingers and I don’t know what to do about it.


"Whatcha burnin'"
"Cool. I burned a big one of those last week. By the way, my name's Walden."

That makes me cry. A lot.


I need to stop….

”Because I deserve to know…”
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