-- always comes in three

except that more, by a whole lot, happened.,
to an ache more than unbearable.

i struggle, i protest, i fight, i rebel--

i grief.

and smiling just doesn't seem as easy

.

a hole appeared.,
right in the middle of the aged-bridge--
and sudden.ly

dis.flow.

I am unworthy.

18thyear

finally i'm free of curfew restraints!
no more of:

"oh it's nearly 12 now, time for little kids to go to bed!"
--followed by smirks and laughs

yup, today made up for my loss of computer
made me feel all warm and fuzzy,
and know that i'm a lucky girl who is cherished

mood: today-- smashing pumpkins