• EJ commented on the post, stilts 5 years, 11 months ago

    It was like walking on stilts, being around him. He had this way of making me feel so elated and high, if I could even use a word like that considering I’d never actually been high in my life, like everything was great and everything was funny because everything he said usually was. But that’s not what relationships are based off of, because as…[Read more]

  • EJ commented on the post, wrath 5 years, 11 months ago

    “Fear my wrath,” he had said when we were six, when we probably didn’t know what “wrath” meant or at least had heard of the Grapes of Wrath from our older sisters in high school who always complained about English class, and maybe that was weird that our families were so spread out like that, but it made joint dinners fun, even when you spit…[Read more]

  • EJ commented on the post, bagel 6 years, 1 month ago

    Bagels are only good in New York, he always tells me. But unfortunately, we are not in New York, nor will we ever be in New York, unless his “let’s go get an apartment after high school and both go to NYU or something” plan actually works. Which it probably won’t. He knows I hates crowds. He knows I hate the city. Maybe one day he’ll stop talking…[Read more]

  • EJ commented on the post, smudge 6 years, 1 month ago

    i smudged his watercolor painting one day, because it was too perfect. that’s the reason i gave, anyway, but i guess it wasn’t that. i guess i was just sick of him always focusing so much attention on that painting but never to me. i would sing as loudly as possible to his moody indie music but it wouldn’t do any good. he had found his passion,…[Read more]

  • EJ commented on the post, plague 6 years, 1 month ago

    It wasn’t something that they could catch like the plague, I told them. It was fine to get near me, although I couldn’t promise that I wouldn’t yell at them to go away if they imposed on me too much. My pride didn’t fall away just because I was screaming alone in my bedroom, which they didn’t seem to understand. I guess I don’t understand it either.

  • EJ commented on the post, wheat 6 years, 1 month ago

    Logan is quite the chef, but he doesn’t understand anything about nutrition, really. He can’t give me lectures about the grains group or the dairy group, or my intake of fiber per day. He just likes putting food in a pot and watching it cook. He likes watching my face as I take the first bite. I guess that’s good enough.

  • EJ commented on the post, tornado 6 years, 2 months ago

    the tornado didn’t come as a shock to anybody. with smart phones and alerts we all knew to get in the basement relatively quickly, but the aftermath sure came as a shock, as we saw the neighbors’ belongings strewn around the street. my mother said that possessions aren’t really anything to be upset over, and you’re weak if you invest emotional…[Read more]

  • EJ commented on the post, destined 6 years, 2 months ago

    They say I am destined for greatness, but I’m not so sure. What has them so convinced, anyway? They tell me that i can keep going on that roads to greatness if i can just accept that there’s no such thing as social anxiety, and that there’s n o such thing as panic disorder, whatever that could possibly be. i just need to stop crying and get over…[Read more]

  • EJ commented on the post, calamity 6 years, 2 months ago

    He referred to them as “calamities,” probably to make me feel better about how frequent they were. calling them “panic attacks” wasn’t going to do me any good and i think it scared him a bit to know just how much i could wreck myself. but we both decided that popping pills is not attractive, and people who brag about it and use it as quirks for…[Read more]

  • EJ commented on the post, listening 6 years, 2 months ago

    he accused me of not listening to him, but i was. it was just that his words weren’t ringing true to me, and they were falling flat, and they were sinking to the ground, dense with unimportance. he doesn’t understand what’s important to me and what i can cast aside, which is a terrible flaw to have, since all he wants to do is talk talk talk to me…[Read more]

  • EJ commented on the post, boots 6 years, 2 months ago

    Naomi had three pairs of boots that her mother bought her for the start of the school year: one lined with fur for when it got cold, a pair of lime green rain boots, and lace-up boots that she wore most days. When I talked to her about the other two pairs, she said that she had thrown them in the back of her closet and waited for the weather to…[Read more]

  • EJ commented on the post, bricks 6 years, 2 months ago

    the exterior of the building is made of bricks, which is a great surface for kids to graffiti in the middle of the night, and that’s why there is a gang symbol outside of my bedroom window. he thinks it’s funny, but this isn’t like the place where i grew up, so he just tells me to “get over it, sweetie” and that’s when i decide it’s time for a nap…[Read more]

  • EJ commented on the post, beware 6 years, 2 months ago

    “Beware the Ides of March!” my English teacher chants as he hands out mini doughnuts, as the day that Caesar was stabbed is definitely an occasion to celebrate. I find Logan on the other find of the room, who just rolls his eyes and takes a huge bite of his powdered doughnut. I know that he hates Shakespeare, and I know that he knows I hate it,…[Read more]

  • EJ commented on the post, pained 6 years, 2 months ago

    I could tell that Logan was pained as he fiddled with the flowers sitting on the table, trying to pry his eyes away from the clock on the wall. June had been gone for six hours now, and I knew that he needed her to come back. With everybody else gone, she was all he had.
    “She’ll be back,” I tell him.
    He nods and takes a sip of his water,…[Read more]

  • EJ commented on the post, director 6 years, 2 months ago

    “Kill the Director!” they shouted as they ran towards me, and I remembered Logan playing that song as he ripped apart his copy of the Great Gatsby, which I’m sure he read although he’d never admit to it, and as I dropped from my director’s chair to avoid the angry actors, I awaited the seconds until I could awake from dreamland, back into…[Read more]

  • EJ commented on the post, himself 6 years, 5 months ago

    he thought so highly of himself, wearing bow ties every monday just to say that he didn’t care, and purposely failing tests jut to say they didn’t matter, and telling her that he didn’t love her because his happiness was more important. and he told me that he didn’t really care about not caring, and he didn’t know what he was doing, and he went to…[Read more]

  • EJ commented on the post, happy 6 years, 7 months ago

    he made me so happy, when i didn’t have to go to the trailer park but instead could sit in his air-conditioned house, and we’d skip stones on the lake and not do our homework. we’d bake cookies but always forget […]

  • EJ commented on the post, scene 6 years, 7 months ago

    it was quite the scene here, the girls wearing their skimpy dresses and me in my sweater. i don’t slut shame, so i guess that it was fine, being feminist and all. i am the wallflower here, clutching my soda that […]

  • EJ commented on the post, darlings 6 years, 8 months ago

    “The little darlings!” she’d always say when she saw us, her eyes lighting up and her gloved hands doing a little happy dance. she would give us a peck on each cheek and her giant earrings would bobble back and […]

  • EJ commented on the post, side 6 years, 9 months ago

    i’m not on your side and i’m not on hers. i wish you’d stop bringing me into this crap, because it’s getting old. it’s getting old like that smirk of yours and it’s getting old like the movie we watch every […]