day 6- a strangerDear stranger,You will never exist in my worldAnd I will never exist in yoursMaybe its better that way-your strnager
day 5- dreamsDay 5- dreamsDear dreams,Dreams are different; my favorite is when I'm flying, above this pitiful place I'm at. In a dream it just all goes away and I'm
weightless. I need to be managed because I'm a mess, turn a page I'm a book half unread, I want to be laughed at laughed with just because I want to feel weightless and that would be enough. But I'm just stuck in this fucking rut waiting on a second hand pick me up and I'm over getting older, if I could just find the time I would never let another day go by cuz I'm over getting old. Maybe it's not my weekend but it's gonna be my year and I'm so sick of watching while the minutes pass as I go nowhere and this is my reaction to everything I fear cuz I've been going crazy I don't want to waste another minute here
and in my dreams I don't have to. So thanks dreams, cause you're better than reality.Love, ANK
over the telephoneI seem to be ripping at the seamsEverything's just coming undoneMy sanity is slipping and is only held up by my dreamsWhen it comes to nerves I'm on my last oneSo I guess I'll live life for the hell of itPush foreword, preserve, hold on tightBecause in this race you just can't quitMy own voice will get me through this nightTo find a soul that will support this bodyEyes are darting constantlyYour way of the world is not to shoddyBut your mind creeps away too cautiouslySo catch yourself before plunge too deepInto the forever unknownActions speak loud but talk is cheapSo I'll hold your hand over the telephone.
day 4- a siblingDay 4- a siblingWell hi Sam, We are so different, sometimes I wonder if one of us was adopted but apparently we look exactly like mom (even tho I look like dad). Well, we act kind of distant, you seem so together, in 7th grade I was so
well, me and you, well you're the book smart one, the one that all the boys want to dance with, the one that knows how to play the game, the perfect one. I was always the tom-boy that boys wanted to play with because I could throw a football and was good at tag, the one that struggled with one-digit multiplication, the one that wore pants instead of skirts and jumpers, the weird older sister. I have common sense Sammy, you don't possess this, I'm not sure you even know what it is, Gandhi? Really? Dad likes to push my buttons but somehow he doesn't get to you, you're the "nice" one. We were born different, I was jealous; I had been the only one for almost 4 years and then this little blonde hair blue-eyed girl was all of the sudden here
day 3- parentsDay 3- parentsDear mom and dad,Well. We aren't the typical happy American family that does everything together and wears matching sweaters in their Christmas card the one that never has a bad thing to say to one another. We fight. Quite a bit. But then again is any family perfect? Mom, we're so different, I'm never going to be that straight A student you were, I won't get into Cal, I love to do things that get me dirty. I'm sorry that practically every time we have a conversation it turns into a fight because I love you, we're just so different. Dad, sometimes I feel like you just don't understand me, which is odd because we're so similar, we're TOO alike and that's why we don't always get along and so I'm sorry, I know I get annoyed every time you take those stupid pictures but when I'm older I'm sure I'll love to look at them. In the end I know that you love me and you do a lot for me. So thanks. Im sorry that we don't always get along but I love yo
day 2- a crushDay 2- a crushOh boy
well I love him. He's perfect, he's got golden hair and dark green eyes and he's tall and really hot. The only problem is
he doesn't exist, his name is Marco Evans and I'm in madly in love with him. It's really bad actually, I have frequent dreams about him and countless daydreams, zoning out in class pretending I'm with him. He's a character in my book series, he's caring and funny and kind of an asshole but his good virtues overlook his bad. Technically he's my boyfriend because I am Anne and he is Marco but in actuality I'm just fucked cause I'm going to spend all of high school looking for him when 1) he doesn't exist and 2) no boy is ever going to want to date me just because I'm
well I'm me. So I have a crush on Marco Vincent Evans, fuck my life.
day 1Day 1 best friendTo my best friend Cas,We should get jerseys 'cause we make a good team. I love you Fiona Benjamin, you will always, no matter what, be my bestest friend because I've never been and never will be closer to anyone else. I've known you for 4 and a half years now and we've only been friends since the 8th grade, freshman year was our golden age (AP EURO, it does stuff to you, I just referred to freshman year as our golden age ) we got closer than ever before, closer than I've ever been with anyone. We read each other's minds. I feel like I can be myself with you because you like me for me, I know other people like me for me too but I feel like I have a mask on with other people that just doesn't exist when you're with me. I could say anything to you and not feel dumb because you don't make me feel bad for feeling a certain way about something. I wish I knew you way back when before you were part of my plans, I think we would have been friends, there's only tim