*walking down the hallway*

*boy stops me*
patty cake?

*sighs*
sure

*clapclapclapclapclap*

*boy is surprised*
you're fast today

*me*
i don't want to be late.

*prettiest girl in class is assigned to sit next to him. he looks at me sitting a distance away, sighs, looks back at her, and mouths to me...."dam"* jealousy over. he'd rather be with me

HIM: after every story you tell me, i just add to my list of asses to kick
ME: well doesn't that make me feel special. how many are on it?
HIM: alot. ;) they include most guys in the school who give u a second look, and anyone who's ever hurt you.

So i've been thinking when i'm not dreaming, and i've been dreaming when i'm not crying, and i've been crying when i'm not with you, and i've been thinking I haven't been with you for too long.

Sometimes it's so hard to fall in love after my heart's been broken, because i see the fear on every face that cares for me, and i feel the guilt of the heart wrenching year that i wish i could make disappear.

And all i wish for, is for this boy to be a little brighter, and a little better then the last, so basically all i hope for is that this boy really gives a damn about me.

Once in a while i sit down, and wrap my arms around me, and i remember the sobs i couldn't control, the feeling of being broken, and the absolute feeling of being useless to stop it. Then i remember what it was like fighting it. then i remember you.

I sit down, look at every face that loves me, and i wonder if he counts.

Power's out all over town....

what about the street lights?

yep, them too.

how are people getting around?

well once in a while someone gets brave and then everyone follows. whoosh!

Laugh loud live proud