Charm & Strange

I am both ever evolving and ever decaying.

She must have seen more of my charm than my strangeness tonight.

From what I can tell, morality is a word. Nothing more. There're the things people do when others are watching and the things we do when they aren't.

You have a history of starving yourself," he says gently. I lift my head. I meet his gaze. "I have a history that I don't like to talk about.

No we talked about matter- most notably quarks, those tiniest possible components of everything.They come in six flavors, you know: up, down, top, bottom, charm and strange. I'll admit those talks helped me, and when i read about the sea quarks, I understood why. They contained particles of matter and antimatter, and where the two touch exists this constant stream of creation and annihilation. Scientist call this place "the sea," and it's what pitches inside of me as I hurry away from Mr. Byles, ignoring his furrowed brow, his worried frown. I am of the sea. I am of instability. I am of harsh, choppy waves roiling with all the up-ness, down-ness, top-ness, bottom-ness contained within my being. I am of charm and strange. Annihilation. Creation. Annihilation.

Because blood is blood, and every family has its own force. Its own flavor. Its own charm and strange.

She loves us all." "Then why doesn't she act like it?" "Because love doesn't always look nice.

Choosing to live can mean so much more than not dying.

You wanted to live," he says. "You say that like it's a good thing. A virtue." "What is it really?" I think about this. "Selfish." "Wanting to live is selfish?" "Yes.

I'm trying to reach the stars.

And yes, I say, I do like girls. I don't pursue them, though, and there are a lot of reasons for that. It's gotten me in trouble before, but I also think I have ridiculously high standards because the whole dating, fooling around thing seems so complicated. And not in a good way. I hate obligations, and if you want to be with a girl, it's like you're expected to do certain things. And do them a certain way.

It's the story that was too big for me to tell, the one that grew to fill the depths of my being and the far corners of my mind. It's how I lost my system of meaning. But I haven't lost everything. Somewhere, somehow, adrift in the sea and far from the stars, I've found faith. In myself. And that makes all the difference.

It's the story that was to big for me to tell, the one that grew to fill the depths of my being the far corners of my mind. It's how I lost my system of meaning. But I haven't lost everything. Somewhere, somehow, adrift in the sea and far from the stars, I've found faith. In myself. And that makes all the difference.

An ambulance came. Then a cop car. When pressed harder about it, I cried. A lot. Howled, really.

This school devours privacy, and rumors are like drops of blood in an ocean full of predators.