Jem-Darling

Sitting Tapping Thinking What else is there to do? Sitting Tapping Thinking You can do this Sitting Tapping Thinking No, still nothing

You told me you loved me You told you cared You told me you would never hurt me You told me you would be there Turns out you did not love me Turns out you cared only about sex Turns out you hurt me sexually- more than once Turns out you were not there when I needed you most You told me I was beautiful You told me you loved my body You told me you could wait You told me cheating was never okay Turns out you only liked me with make-up Turns out you did not want me to gain weight Turns out you couldn't wait because you wanted it now Turns out you cheated on me because you couldn't wait It took me three years to see that what you told me tu

So many people in the world. So many of us die and are hurled into the unknown of the afterlife. With all religions in ongoing strife, as to what happens after we are gone, I propose an idea of what could be. That when we die there is more to see. This thought came up after someone brought up the idea of this most beautiful thought. When we die maybe our souls shatter into millions of pieces and scatter all across the world, so that a little of a person goes scat to a bunch of different people. So we as people walk around with pieces of souls that are bound to us. And it is only when we meet someone with those same pieces that it's the g

As I was popping tater tots into my mouth at lunch, I looked over at my friends Beth and Clary across the table, “I forgot to tell you guys: Stephanie and I broke up. We’ll talk after school about it.” This boy Jim, at the table turned, glaring at me. “I… I’m sorry. Did you say girlfriend? Are you a lesbian?” The word hissed as it left his tongue. Typically, when I get judged, surrounded by peers who are hypersensitive to difference, my response is to shrink back and pretend I am not different. I did not want Jim getting into my personal business, but this day I decided I will try a new approach. I

Every time we talk Every time we skype Every time she gets back from therapy Every time I see her in person I worry Is she going to realize we aren't good together? Is she going to want to break up? Is she going to realize she doesn't need me? Is she going to find someone better than me? I worry I love her for her heart I love her for her soul I love her for her personality I love her for making me a better person I worry She can't see what she means to me She can't see the beauty in herself She can't see what others see in her She can't see the good in what she does for me I worry I want her to be okay I want her to be secure I want