Miss Me Not

Just so you know, everyone has regrets, but it's fucked up to be continually punished for them.

Trust was a double-edged sword. It could give you hope, but it could cut you in an instant when it was broken.

Get a grip. You're pricklier than a feral cat," he said, sitting up. "Too bad for you, I'm not in heat," I said, calming down.

I wanted a summer filled with porch swings, lemonade and fireflies.

The plain and simple fact was everyone sinned. Either they were good at hiding their sins, or they weren't. I fell in the latter category. My sins had been featured front and center, on display for everyone to judge.

How do you know I'm not like that actress they're always mocking, the one whose expressions they claim never change? What's her name? Kristen Stewart.

This chick had a serious love affair going on with my hair. I wondered if I should offer to leave her alone with it. Seriously, if she started rubbing her face against it, I was out.

Maybe everything would have been different. Hindsight is a mocking bitch for sure.

I didn't want their tears. I didn't want them to think of me. I wanted nothing from them. That asshole Mitch Johnson saved my life today. What a prick.

Life was a sham. Smoke and mirrors hid the dysfunctional lives all of us lived.

Damn those fat Barbie heads. I blamed them for my loss, and to this day I can't walk down the sickeningly pink Barbie aisle of any store.

Religious people were big on saying "the tongue is a mighty weapon, so use it wisely," and then forsaking this claim when the music director slept with the minister's wife or when the youth minister did what he did.

It may be the death of me, but it was time to live.