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The methods he uses are ridiculous and spiteful and despicable and I can’t stand them. Clearly. Can’t you tell? He doesn’t even know how to dress himself properly. He just goes around day to day doing his own thing, never mind that it’s never correct, whatever he’s doing, and he just irks me.

» Posted By garbs On 08.01.2012 @ 9:53 am


I’m on the edge again. But it’s a good edge. Not the scary one falling away into darkness, disappearing into nothing, no abyss of chaos, no chasm of insanity and depression.
This time, I’m on the edge of falling for you. I’m not exactly terrified.

» Posted By garbs On 10.02.2011 @ 4:57 pm


We sat on the couch, watching the skyline. Talking. Not looking at each other. Not much, but occasionally. Our legs barely touched, our shoulders brushing, our voices faint whispers echoing around the room.
We stayed so still the motion sensor lights turned off.

» Posted By garbs On 09.21.2011 @ 8:05 pm


He actually looks concerned. I mean, he did ask if I was ok. And I wasn’t. But I wasn’t going to tell him that.
I’m fine, I say.
Ok, he responds. But his eyes say LIAR.
I wonder what my eyes say?

» Posted By garbs On 09.18.2011 @ 9:07 pm


I tried to not let my confindence waver. Just calm down, I tell myself. Needless to say, my palms sweat, my lip trembles, and my knees clack together so loud I wonder if everyone in the church can hear them. I gulp, trying in vain to get enough air. but finally, I can’t hold it in anymore, and as the silence stretches longer and longer after the pastor asks his standard question to the crowd, I stand up and say in a voice with such a confident and commanding air (which seemingly came from no source inside of me) “I object!”
I hope she still loves me after I ruin her wedding.

» Posted By garbs On 05.07.2011 @ 7:28 pm


I can’t think of any other way to say it. Talking to you is like going through a maze. There’s so many different ways I can navigate, but as many routes and paths as there are to take, there are just as many pitfalls for me to fall in or dead ends for me to run into. I suck at communication. Just get me out of this maze, or get me a map.

» Posted By garbs On 01.01.2011 @ 2:58 pm


I feel like I am being so obvious. And I can’t stand myself for it. I mean, I thought I was the best liar. I just choose not to lie… and then it comes to this. I try not to be obvious. Not to be so apparently head over heels after you. I try to be conspicuous… yet it doesn’t work that way. I thought I was the Queen of liars… evidently I thought too highly of myself.

» Posted By garbs On 12.25.2010 @ 7:23 pm


I said no. No means no. Did you think it meant yes? I’m not playing hard to get or whatever. I just don’t want to go to some movie on some Saturday night with you. But that’stoo owrdy, so I just said no. Rejection isn’t that bad. You’ll get over it.

» Posted By garbs On 12.21.2010 @ 7:54 pm


Do you have to be so optimistic all the freaking time? Do you have any idea how absolutely obnoxious that is? Thats you, Obtrusively and Obnoxiously Optimistic Oren. I mean, it gets so old. Doesn’t it get old to you? Always looking on the bright side of things, even when death and demise are staring you in the face. Yet, I find thats what made us friends in the first place, even though I don’t want to admit it. You know how to make me laugh… yet I’ve gotten sick of the off-sound of my laughter when I laugh just to make you feel better as well, to return the favor.

» Posted By garbs On 12.20.2010 @ 4:38 pm


There was a sound like a cannon blast. Instinctively, I hit the floor, pulling my friend Jill with me. I shoved her under the chem lab table as people screamed, glass shattered, and bodies hit the floor– out of instinct or from injury, I didn’t know. Everything was so noisy and confusing. I sliced my palm on a broken test tube on the floor, but I didn’t even feel it as I scooted next to Jill, my heart hammering. More blasts echoed and more people screamed; Why here, I thought, Why at my school?
I should have taken that offer to skip school this morning.

» Posted By garbs On 12.19.2010 @ 7:58 pm


The cat tangle himself in the sheets. I swore at him and pulled, buthe refused to be released. I glared at the mangy, poofy, and frustrating feline as I deliberate giving in. I then yanked the sheet with all my might, pulling little Malcolm to the floor with a thud. He looked at me as if to say, “What was that for, you mean person?” I snorted, “You have nine lives, you idiot!”

» Posted By garbs On 12.14.2010 @ 6:59 pm


I wish I could say I was a believer
But the easiest thing to be in this society is a doubter
I mean, come on, he rose from the dead?
He made the blind see, and on water he tread?
I can walk on water too; until i sink
I can start to believe but other speakers
say things to make my scientific mind think

» Posted By garbs On 12.09.2010 @ 6:02 pm


I wasn’t really amazed. I mean, once i got past the silly green and red wrappings and the frustrating ribbon all building up suspense for the final outcome… when i finally freed the present it was so…. unamazing, Still, I smiled, and shook out the sweater. “Thanks, Grandma!” I forced my lips to smile, “another sweater!” another ugly, ill fitting Christmas sweater… that my mom would force me to wear to ‘be nice’. I wanted to gag. Then again, if i puked on the sweater i wouldn’t have to wear it… not such a bad idea.

» Posted By garbs On 12.08.2010 @ 7:19 pm


I saw the little white bunny hop across the grass in the park. I sat and wondered: it didn’t have a watch, nor did it talk and scream about it’s tardiness… but I somewhat felt like Alice. Too curious for my own good. Or that creative guy with all the power is just high, like Lewis Carroll, and hasn’t a clue of what he’s writing. That the reason the world is so messed up is that he just insn’t truly coherent. Then I see the little girl running after the rabbit, screaming “Alfred, come back!” and i realize the world is full of good things after all.

» Posted By garbs On 12.02.2010 @ 4:35 pm


Copper; that was really the only way to describe his hair. It was… metallic. I know, sounds really bizarre, huh? To think that I would be so eaily distracted by some mere BOYwith red… but not so red hair. I mean, come on, Me, the one who has never deviated from her studies and goals. Me, silly little, logical and conservationally thinking me. I’m rambling I know. But i figure i should end this letter and tell you; I have a date next Friday with this copper boy.

» Posted By garbs On 11.29.2010 @ 2:24 pm


You’re like one end of the magnet
and I’m the other
I mean seriously
You wont leave me alone
we’re polar opposites, literally
so you’re drawn to me
and I to you
But I dont like you
I think…
So go away
If you can
Because we’re like two silly,lovesick magnets
And I’m not foolish enough to think we really belong together
I hope

» Posted By garbs On 11.20.2010 @ 5:39 pm


Of course I missed. My aim was never any good anyway. The projectile, a pine cone, fell to the ground a few feet wide of my intended target. The target looked up, alarmed and I hid behind my book from several feet away, pretending to be entirely engrossed. And of course, the book was upside down, giving me away. He would never believe me, even if my excuse was, “I was trying to look at it from another perspective.” I was never any good at lying, or throwing pine cones.

» Posted By garbs On 10.28.2010 @ 7:42 pm


the trees went by in a blur. i tried to focus on them, so they’d stick in my mind when i got to where i didnt want to go, i really wanted to remember them. but we were going too fast. i hate my grandmother’s insane driving. i hate her house. i hate the trees there. i hate my life. i wish i was a tree. i’d never have to be uprooted. id be sturdy, long lasting, and no one could make me do anything i didnt want to do. until they cut me down.

» Posted By garbs On 08.31.2010 @ 7:48 pm


so i leased a new apartment. and my dog, mitch, decides it would totally awesome to eat all the furniture there. then take a crap on the new carpet. then pull down the curtains, rip those up, and make a nest. great.

» Posted By garbs On 07.13.2010 @ 7:10 pm


jesus what that kid did today was so revolting. i mean, seriously, who makse themselves vomit in the middle of chem class to get out of taking a test? what a freakin whack. i can not imagine doing that, i mean, how does a kid figure out he has that ability?

» Posted By garbs On 06.19.2010 @ 7:28 pm


without you, life is so much better. i can actually open my eyes and see, and nothing is cloudy or fogged up. its like getting new glasses, or remembering to take my inhaler so i can get that breath of fresh air. without you, life seems less polluted. i like it

» Posted By garbs On 06.19.2010 @ 11:28 am


my mom is the ultimate match maker. everything has to match- my clothes, my socks, my shoes, my hair
and then theres the boyfriend part in the mix. or lack thereof.
i can not count the times we have walked by a boy and she has said “he looks nice”
i just think she tries to hard. she thinks i dont try hard enough. i gave up a long time ago on that aspect of my life. unfortunately, she won’t give up on me. or the thought of me with a boy.

» Posted By garbs On 06.16.2010 @ 1:55 pm

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