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I suppose that taking time out to just look at what you’re doing might be a good idea. But I don’t have time to take time out, then I won’t get done and I won’t get this scholarship and I won’t get to college and then I’m stuck here for the rest of my life, just like everyone else who goes to school here. I don’t want to be like them. I suppose I could, I suppose I could get by with anything, but I don’t want to. I want to make something of myself.
» Posted By silentalltheseYEARS On 10.03.2011 @ 12:07 pm
I’m caught in this place, not connecting to anyone. I hover on the edges, they all think they know me, but they don’t have the real connection that I so desperately need. I’m floating away all the time, like a hot air balloon with no connection to land. I don’t know how to get back, and they don’t know how to reach me.
» Posted By silentalltheseYEARS On 09.11.2011 @ 3:24 pm
every time she goes away, she doesn’t realize how much she’s missed. christmastime is worst – he wants her so badly to have a good christmas experience at home, to show her what she’s missing, but she believes that seeing other people having fun family christmases will make her lack of family that much more pronounced. she doesn’t realize that the reason she leaves is because of how much her impromptu family loves – and therefore misses – her.
» Posted By silentalltheseYEARS On 08.20.2011 @ 10:45 am
Hmmmmm…she thinks, she sits with her pencil poised above her sketchbook and the newspaper at hand and the bright morning sun rising over the horizon…and still there’s nothing. she could almost cry. she hates being blocked, she wants her muse to come back…the drawings sometimes flow like water, other times they’re thicker than molasses.
» Posted By silentalltheseYEARS On 07.29.2011 @ 3:05 pm
she screams loudly, but it’s not loud enough. finally someone finds the megaphone and bellows, in a surprisingly rich tenor voice, “It’s time for everyone to settle down and find their seats!” she stops and stares. it’s someone she’s seen before, many times, but never thought of. but that voice – she could melt.
» Posted By silentalltheseYEARS On 07.19.2011 @ 6:31 pm
she doesn’t want to be a trophy wife. that’s all she knows at this point. she doesn’t know what she wants to be, what she wants to do with her life, but still, so many girls in her position only come out as trophy wives. and she wants so much more than that, can be so much more than that. she is a person all her own. and no one telling her that she could have the easy-street life is going to change that.
» Posted By silentalltheseYEARS On 07.18.2011 @ 11:50 am
sticks and stones may break my bones. every little kid chants it on the playground. words will never hurt me. but oh crap, they hurt so bad when they’re sharp little barbs from the girl you thought was your best friend. the sticks would hurt less then. when it’s her, when it’s him, that most important person, the sticks would be better. sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will break my soul.
» Posted By silentalltheseYEARS On 07.17.2011 @ 7:52 pm
She runs her fingers through her hair and once again regrets that very first cigarette. Now every day she smells of smoke, now every day she’s with him and them just to keep getting the cigarettes, she can’t see her sister anymore because she’ll make her sick – it’s every day she regrets that first cigarette.
» Posted By silentalltheseYEARS On 07.15.2011 @ 2:40 pm
We’re all expecting something. Today I want this, tomorrow I’ll need that. We’re all expecting the world to keep going, for our plans to be fulfilled, for there to be a tomorrow. But what if there’s not? What if all our plans are in vain and tomorrow there’s nothing, nothing to expect, just nothing. What if, I guess, what if it’s there but we’re not?
» Posted By silentalltheseYEARS On 07.09.2011 @ 1:44 pm
They’re such a necessary evil…I would much prefer not to do them most days. But then, when I am away from home and don’t have the chores that structure my home time, I feel lost and lethargic, and it is a relief to get back to responsibility.
that’s all chores are really – responsibility of a smaller sort. It’s nice to have them sometimes, when you want to remember that you aren’t just a bum.
» Posted By silentalltheseYEARS On 07.08.2011 @ 3:39 pm
It doesn’t happen often, that she needs help to get something done. No one is used to the times when it comes up – they’re all used to being assisted by her. But today, she is calling for help – today her walls are coming down. He rushes to her side – she looks so scared. He is the only one who knows her secret – and she hates it.
» Posted By silentalltheseYEARS On 07.04.2011 @ 1:25 pm
Paper. That’s all they’re made out of. But they represent so much – peace, and healing, and friendship. She holds one out to him and he takes it gently, then places it on the table with all the others – it’s the thousandth. She’ll get her one wish – but now she’s not so sure of what that wish is. It has always before been to cure herself. Now, in this moment, it is to cure him.
» Posted By silentalltheseYEARS On 07.03.2011 @ 11:54 am
It’s such a five-cent word these days, she thinks, as she watches the people in the park and thinks of the lies they must be telling one another. That woman holding her husband’s hand like a lifeline is having an affair with their daughter’s teacher. The man with headphones is listening to other’s conversations. And the children too – nothing so serious, but still no honesty.
» Posted By silentalltheseYEARS On 07.01.2011 @ 6:56 am
No one seems to know how much their wrath hurts when they just let it out. I bear the scars of all their beatings, but no one else can see them…no one except her. She’s so quiet too, she just accepts it…I don’t know how anyone could hurt her. But they have. Her scars are deeper than mine…all I want to do is hold her close and protect her from getting more.
» Posted By silentalltheseYEARS On 05.21.2011 @ 2:37 pm
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I ran my fingers over the grooves in the Rubik’s Cube for maybe the thousandth time – they were starting to wear down and the stickers beginning to come off. I’d never been able to finish one – I’d had this since childhood. Maybe today would be my day.
» Posted By silentalltheseYEARS On 04.25.2011 @ 4:56 am