Nov 7, 2010
I remember you. I remember how the auditorium smelled of sweat and Clearasil, and sounded like a thundercloud begging to be freed. I was happy they herded us there for a school production; glad not t...
Nov 7, 2010
Nobody listens to a nobody do they? Sometimes I want to scream, "I am here, I am alive, I matter" but am glad I do not. The fact is I do not matter. Humans merely use each other to survive. What abou...
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