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last year

Around this time last year, May 2007, my life was completely different.
I was dating David Jimenez. I had an amazing best friend who spent the last day of school running around with me havign a lightsabre fight. We were crushign on mr. geelan and torturing mrs. bonanno. We were just waiting for summer ya know?
we had plans like warped tour, harry potter, and band camp. life was almost simple. Krystal was crushing on Mario. Jessie birthday party on May 29 would feature Lucy and Joe as a couple.
Jessie was into Joshy-Woshy who debuted at her party as well.
I was planning to join band.
my mom had recenty come home from a three month absence.
all we wanted was parties--to drink n smoke weed. krystal had yet to ever do both at the same time.
We were a quarttett and we were SO fucking happy. we had matching birthday sweet 16 shirts. we seriously were invincible.

and in one single year---everything has turned around.
I'm with Paul--the most amazing boy in the world for me and ive never felt so strongly for a boy in my life. ive grown super attatched to him. krystal and i arent even civil--let alone friends or even a fraction of what we used to be. I got expelled. jessie had a serious relationship with a boy i thought she would marry--but theyve recently broken up. Lucy and Joe were apart for a couple months too but are back together. krystal dated Bob and broke his heart twice. Ive come to actually like Bob. Ive grown close to kelly and jacab--ppl i never wouldve imagined myself with.
The biggest change? the attitudes.
i dont even want the quarttett to get back together.
i dont even want krystal to be my best friend again.
shit, i dont even want to be around lucy or jessie.
i dont know if i want edgewater or bishop moore.
i dont know if i even wanna put myself through colorguard with them.
because they were the reason i joined.
i dont wanna leave Paul
or my new friends.
and i dont want to throw myself into a situation where im going to be miserable for my senior year. its absolutely an impossible decision. and i cant make it.

ill tell you one thing that making me want back bishop moore--- the schedule swap for orange county public school.
middle schools used ot start at 920 and get out at 350.
highschools used to start at 720 and be out at 211.
Nex year?
Middle schools go from 7 to 3
high schools go from 915 to 411.

its insane. and i rlly dont like this schedule flop. its retarted.
I rlly dont have too much of a reason to dislike it.
maybe im just usign it as an excuse for wanting to go back to BM so badly.

but heres the thing---i dont even know if ill be able to go back. supposedly theres a waiting list. my mom assures me that mrs. kane wont let me not come back in when she said she would. but idk.
i feel like im just going back where i started.
and i want to be part of Edgewaters senior year, but i SO badly wanna graduate with my friends at Bishop Moore.
but what friends?
this is why im in a dilemma.
i spent the day crying.
because its jessies birthday.
and last year jessies birthday was one of the best days ever, ut now its just a reminder that im not there and ill never get back these days im missing. but i would give them up would i? i like that i met paul and my friends. but idk. and i cant say anything with certainty anymore and its driving me out of my mind. idek.

its funny

how this all works out. i sorta hate edgewater highschool. but at the same time---the more i stay, the more i like it. and I find myself ashamed of wanting to go back to Bishop moore. I feel proud of the Eagles.

but i dont want this. I want to be back at Bishop Moore with Jessie, guard, Band, and the class of 2009 i grew up with.

then i screwed up again today and it seems like that chance of getting back to the hornet nest is out of reach. Was it ever even so close or did i just hang out to it out of hope? I want to go back--at least, i think i do.

But why?

I'll be putting myself through living with Krystal nearby but distanced completely. I'll be dealing with being on guard when mrs. laur and barker will be wathcing like a hawk. I'll be under Krystals leadership. I'll be subjected to classes i previously had a hard time passing. I'll be back with the rules i could never follow---the teachers i could never respect. why would any sane person want to go back there?

I think im imagining that when i go back---it'll be like it was. but it cant be. Not after all this anger and hatred i have for the ppl i used to call my friends. Not after she cant even by my friend on fucking facebook. Not after i lost my bishop moore junior prom, i lost savannah, im loosing graduation and the moving up ceremony. it cant be the same so why bother? i can start my own new life at edgewater, right?

I dont even know what to do. cause im envious of them at bishop moore. Those lucky pricks with their guard, band, and friends. with the teachers who actually care. the students they all know and love. Nobody there knows how lucky they are. and i dont need to be a par tof that but i want to be soo bad.

its not even about her, though sometimes it feels like it is, but when i catch myself remembering jigalo and hey casey and band camp--those are memories of other ppl too and i know its not about how i miss her. its about how much i fuckin miss everyone.

and im giving up SO much to try and get back but today it seems like its all for nothing. and im sick of feeling like this. its been almost two months. im still not over it. will i ever be? i mean, you dont find the friends like i had often. i had to wait four years to get krystal and jessie and lucy. i dont know if i can wait another four years without best friends...not after ive been subejcted to the coolest parts of friendship.

heres what set me off. im tryingout for edgewater outdoor guard tomorrow in preparation that i just might eb stuck for another year here. then i hear that lucy and krystal are going to. and it doesnt rlly bother me, but yeah it kinda does. because im at edgewater due to saving everyone else's ass. nobody seems to realize that. but like---edgewater is where i go. its the one place they CANT go and i get to escape from them. and now their invading it. like---come on! i dont go on to BM and fucking take over the things that help you forget about me so stay the fuck away from an audtion that you have absolutely NO REASON to be at. seriously.

im so done. and i dont know what im going to do. hornets or eagles?

There's a good reason

for absolutely everything. What that reason is---im not entirely sure but i am betting my life that i did something wrong in a past life to deserve such an existence. reading through my past blogs ive seen how many times i wrote "i need her too much. im scared krystals gonna leave me"

well she left me. it been over a month since she stopped talking to me. Uhm...we've had like normal little agreeable conversations two or three times. then i went and ruined it by bringing up the past...er...whoops. lol.

I'm living without her. and its not as bad as it was. Before--when she left me--i called kelly constantly crying, whining, bitching and wondering why she left me, wondering how im supposed to on, and if we could ever be friends again. Kelly was there. i called Jessie too. she usually helped. if i called Lucy...she usually just said "im here for you." and thats it. not that it wasnt nice---but during that hell i needed ppl to tell me that krystal was making the biggest mistake of her life.

So i started at Edgewater not to long ago. because, yes, i got expelled from Bishop Moore. Its actually kinda funny now...cause ive been to all four schools in this area (St. Charles, Lee Middle, Bishop Moore, Edgewater) im hoping to get back to BM next year and the principle is being very understanding and she worked with my mom on a few things. I think she rlly cares about me, which is nice to have a teacher on your side.

Things will probably never get better with Krystal. All i can hope for is civil if i go back to BM next year and go back to colorguard, where she'll be captain. I would hope she could handle it if i could. But she'll never come to me. Thats just not her. and I'm done going to her. Cause im honestly happy now =]

I have a boyfriend. His name is Paul. Hes cute, funny, and he likes me back which is always nice in a relationship. We sorta compliment each other, i think. And theres no pressure to go further and what-not. cause ive totally outgrown that. it'll be awhile before mariah chooses to advance.

I'm doing well in all four of my classes at Edgewater, and my two classes at Independent Educations.

First period: English Honors Mr. Olson
Second Period: Chemistry Mrs. Walker (and Jeremiah!)
Third period: History Honors Mr. James and PAUL
lunch with paul, jacob, justin, and that random rich kid lol
Fourth period: Geometry Mr. Cone. hes an open prick. ive told him that.

Then i go to IE for an hour of Sociology and an hour of Religious Cultures. pretty Easy shit, i must say. and i have like Straight As for the first time in my life. =]

Colorguard season is over. we finished seventh. not to bad, i think. everyone seems to be pissed but come on...its not eighth. or ninth. so im happy about it =D

i got accepted into Columbia College's High School Summer Institute in Chicago where im taking [Fiction Writing],[Pop Culture and Criticism], and [Marketting Goes to the Movies]. An entire month [june 25-august 3] in Chicago without my parents. I have classes four days a week. then i get to do whatever the fuck i want.

im even planning on hitting up warped tour on August 2 at Tinley Park with my cousin, Bailey. Then i come back and August 4th is Bishop moore's second week of band camp if i go back.

err...my worry about that---is that everyone will think im not dedicated cause im showing up late, but i am! this is the oppurtunity of a lifetime! So we'll see. Shit, i might not even be allowed back in band for all i know. which would suck and i wouldnt go back.

uhm...job is good. dads good---kinda pissed but its expected. His kid who he pays a lot for to go to catholic school just got kicked out again. and his daughter is getting married may 31. a wedding in which i must be present. the last day of school is on my birthday. and im nto going because its 5th and 6th exams...i dont have a 5th and 6th period. grooovy.

lots of stuff has happened at home sinc ei got expelled. but thats all lame. everything is pretty sweet usually.

im going to prom with paul =] and i found a nice dress. i just have to buy it. its a size smaller than ususal. so mariah is on a ceaser salad/jump around to music/pushup/jogging diet. lol.

im going to the panic at the disco concert april 25. i just have to buy ym ticket lol. and lindseys, and pauls, and jacobs, and michaels, and possibly jeremiahs. haha

i still hang out with Lindsey Shola. Who has so much going on, its insane. so...thats just life =]

be back soon. dance time!!!!
touchdown turnaround!

Dont Bother

I wont die of deception
promise you wont ever see my cry
dont feel sorry
dont bother
i'll be fine

This past week has been miserable. and the ending is simply the best way to drop the curtain on the worst play in the world. I think I'm going to be expelled from Bishop Moore. im still comprehending that. I most likely will not be going on Savannah, and that will absolutely kill me even more than suspension. I dont have my best friend anymore. she doesnt wanna be friends. I'm still letting that sink in, too. My mom says she and nick are getting back together; at least i wont be moving.

but this week has been horrible. I'm worried about leaving BM, of course. but for some fuckin reason---im more concerned about Krystal. Because if i get expelled, then i would go to edgewater. And i would need Lucy, Krystal and Jessie to keep me alive or i seriously think i would kill myself. And i cant fathom a life without Krystal. I can hardly remember before we got so close.

But im making an effort. Because shes the one who said that it was over. so i have to stop myself every second of the day from messaging her, commenting her, calling her, or finding some way tot alk to her. I took her off my myspace. blocked her on AIM. took her off my facebook. When she's ready to talk...if she ever can swallow her pride and come to me...then it'll go back to how it was. but i cant do it. i cant have her tell me that our friendship just isnt working out...and then see her everywhere online and in real life. its a rlly depresing thing. so i took her off my updates, as well.

Its going to be difficult because we have guard together. and i will be absolutely miserable, but she'll be same-old krystal...not letting me in. and not letting it bother her.

and im sick of trying to make her see how much she needs me. because a best friend would not do this right now.

Its just like Kelci. When i was at SCS, i got suspended for five days while the school talked about expelling me or letting me back in. While suspended, i didnt get one phone call. not from anyone but Bianca, who barely knew me,but called to see how i was. Imagine, i was getting expelled from SCS and my best friend didnt even call to ask what happened.

Thats exactly what's happened again. Everyone asked, everyone cared, everyone called, except for Krystal. Lucy and Jessie even came over to comfort me. But Krystal didnt do ti because she doesnt care. and i cant be around that. not when i need someone who cares. so if she's rlly done, then i'll let her go. i dont want to, but maybe its best. i just hope she comes back. because i rlly rlyl need her. especially if friday was my last day at Bishop Moore.

everything

i say, doesnt do any good anymore.

not even just with joe. cause im talking more about krystal.
like, everything has one of us in a bad mood.
or i say something, and she replies with something that hurts my feelings.

something simple like "I dont care" or "stop being so annoying"

i wish it wasnt like this. maybe its me making a big deal, but i dont think so. cause sometimes i think shes just gonna stop being friends cause its not so enjoyable anymore. idk. i look forward to every second with her, but shes not affected at all, which bothers me.

i need other friends.

ugh

i have such low tolerance nowadays.

like---every single tiny thing sets me off. the big stuff doesnt rlly bother me as much anymore. its the tiny little actions or mumbles or feelings or thoughts that fuckin get me in the worst fuckin mood. and i feel bad about it.

cause it doesnt bug me that krystal went out with mikael and chris. i couldnt care less. she can have other friends. i just---cant explain it. idk.

i mean, im not trying to be this hyper-sensitive to little irritating facts, but i dont want to talk to anyone cause everyone is setting me off.

and when i talk to ppl---it just sets me off more. and it doesnt help. and everything ends up being exactly the opposite of how i wanted it. and i cant. like---im telling krystal right now exactly what i just typed.

and she says.

"thats how i was last week but you wouldnt let me ignore you which made matters worse"

like...alright. thanks. i tried to take as "haha wow thanks buddy" but c'mon. is that supposed to make me feel better?

and she did ignore me. for an entire week. i tried tlaking to her but she'd ignore me. so i gave up after a bit. she killed me that week.

and then now she says things like "i know it hurt you when i did it, so i didnt think you would do it to me"

i wish i could just ignore evrybody. not just her. but fucking everyone. but i cant. especially not her. and i dont wanna fight. hence why this is said in a blog and not an IM.

everything affects me worse than everyone else. i dont understand why. nobody else has a problem when their best friends snaps at them on the phone...and they get over it easily. but with me...if krystal or lucy or jessie snap at me on the phone itll make me cry or ruin my entire day.

i just---i want soo bad to just be mariah again. i was so different before i had all of them. i love having them, but sometimes i just wish i could go back to being cool and unattatched, or my idea of it. when i didnt have ppl who i could be easily hurt by. it sucks when your guards down constantly.

arent we supposed to let people in? well i think i went to far. i've completely encasted a life around them. maybe its just these past few weeks where my brain is on the rocks and things are getting a little crazy and i depend on them to make everything bearable and when they cant--my balance is shifted and i emotionally freak out. and everything thats said to me--i take personally. or i take badly. or i easily turn into an attack.

i dont want to fight. espeially not with my best friend. cause i need her to much. and i cant stand that. she doesnt need me that bad. nobody does. i tried to take a break last september, but i did that so they would pull me back in. this time---i rlly dont want to be pulled back in. i just want to be left alone so i can go cry in my corner. while IMing k, i was like 5 seconds from saying "not in the mood. ttyl" but the other half of me was like..i actually want tot alk to her cause i enjoy talking to her. so it just sucks. is it possible to just take like an agreed nonhostile relationship break btwn me and my friends?

cause i dont want them babying me. but i dont wan thtme pissed at me. i just want like...neutrality. where they can say "bad mood?" and ill nod and theyll just continue on with their conversation. and if i get in a better mood, i can join in and laugh along with them. and if i dont then i can just walk awya and be to myself. can i do that? its probably possible for normal ppl...but i seriously doubt im capable to do that.

im just gonna talk to them. monday i guess. cause i guaruntee nobody will wanna hang out or do anything tomorrow. awesome.

ill just say that i dont wanna break...i just want leeway for my horrible mood swings that im having. like...stay away from me when i ask you to. and dont take it personally when i snap. and dont answer when im picking a fight. its a lot to ask for, actually. i prolly shouldnt do that.

but i dont want to just be in a bad mood...have someone (most likely krystal) say something, have me take it bad cuz im in a bad mood, then start a fight, and stop talking to each other. cause i want their company. just not when i cant stand the world. does that make sense?

that sounds horrible. i only want my friends when i need them. but its kinda true. i just---its so confusing. and im going through kinda a lot. and i dont wanna fuck them up more than i have. ill talk to them on monday. now im just gonna go lie in bed and sulk. dont fucking talk to me.bad mood warning.

haha wow

please disregard below. i would delete but i have a strict non-delete blog policy. i was actually only coming on here to read soem old blogs during the time when i tried to stop talking to my friends. but now i guess im writing.

That was such a horrible story. please dont take that as my work---understand that i was depressed, lonely, confused, sick, and emotionally exhausted when i wrote that. its not even on my computer anymore, i think.

im not posting a blog to say how lifes been in the while since i posted that, because itll take forever. so much has gone on. but i have school tomorrow and a folder full of religion make-up work that i have no clue how to do. lol

off to die from religion!

The Belle in the Casket. My Story.

The Belle in the Casket
Mariah Anderson
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“Somebody died, I’m not sure who”

I hear and stroll on. I’m stabbed with irony. I, also, am not completely sure. Who has died? Is it I? Or her? Technically, her body is in the casket. She is the one seemingly at peace. God knows I’m not. I catch a glimpse and quickly evade my glance. She wears the dress I bought with her and the necklace I also bear. One half adorning her neck, the other mine. The “Friends Forever” monogram is hidden under a thin layer of crimson rust. I used to shower with mine on. I never stopped wearing it. I also used to stick a guitar pick on the chain for décor. But hers is clean and unhindered as I pray her soul rests. Her fingernails are purple; a classic trademark. that was her favorite color.

Even in death, she amazed me with her presence. Lying with eyes gently closed, hands delicately at her side, and her fragile head lightly resting on a satin pillow. Were they attempting to make her seem asleep? They obviously know nothing (though I’m unaware who “they” is) She could never dream so still. On her stomach she always fell asleep quickly. Many times, the sound of her breathing or watching her rise with inhale had lulled me to bed.

I could try now to hear that faint rush of air I cleared my mind to when I was younger and more innocent. But to no avail. How could I sleep if the last time I saw her she was a cold and untouchable, unfamiliar statue in an embroidered coffin? Once loved more than ever could. That girl was my life for so long. I enjoyed it. I cherished every second I could pretend that she loved me enough.

The fighting began when my burden took over. I bore the worst secret. A secret so severe that it potentially could’ve ruined our friendship. Then, it eventually did. I still carry it with me. I bear it proudly. In my necklace.

We argued; frequently and fantastically alluringly well. It lives to alarm me how the yelling of invectives came to our mouths. Clearly I was the instigator moreover. Usually, the great debater. Though rarely the victor. Always was I apologetic. When the roles reversed, I easily forgave. She was normally over it before I had a chance to organize.

Except—

—there was one time. It’s impossible to explain. And it’s so forgotten yet profound within me. I sincerely doubt she ever took it as personally as I did. I was the sensitive one. I still am. She could walk away and not blink an eye but I would hide and depress for days.

I was the one with the cheating problems. She could never understand how easily I two-timed someone I was in a relationship with. She almost used to get mad at me for it. Then I just let it go. I made a change and stopped. I wonder if she noticed sometime before she died.

When she died, if she thought of me at all, did she think of the good? We had amazing times: our laughter, our talks, our understanding, and our experiences. Or did she focus on that one last fight? That one thing that split us apart and now the chance to mend is gone forever.

“Rie, how you holding up?”

I shrug. Lucy was my best friend other than her. Jessie was, too. It had always been four. Now it’s three.

“You need a hug?” she quietly asked, opening her arms.

“I need her” I weep and collapse into Lucy; my mother figure.

I can sense Jessie rubbing my back soothingly, but it doesn’t soothe.
Nothing can relieve this.

My mother was plagued with bad choices in parenting and marriage. She was un-constant in my life. We went through so much for our “family” that we ended up without one. When I needed a parent to hold me, Lucy was there. She pushed me to do my homework and study. She always gave me honest answers. She calculated responses that would set my ideas aflame. I loved her as I loved the Belle in the Casket—on a different level. When I would whine and complain about her towards the culmination of our un-lasting relationship, Lucy said “give her time, Give her space.”

And I did.

So I did.

And then I lost her. Now, I’ve lost her for good. She’s passed away. Maybe she’s in heaven, though she proclaimed atheism for the majority of her time on earth. As did I, for a short period. However, I could not drag my feet to her funeral if I didn’t have faith she was in a better place; a higher origin. Religion was something that first brought us together—well, sort of.

Sophomore year in high school around January, I ended up in her religion class. We were anti-Catholics together. Our lack of beliefs drew us in. So when I gained a faith, I imagined I would confuse her norm for a bit. If only she cared as much, eh.

Krystal.

Her name is unique. When I think of it—I imagine how pretty of a name it is and what that name means to me. It’s impossible to tell someone. But that name doesn’t mean anything but nirvana to me. She was the ultimate peace. The ultimate risk I took. And the ultimate loss. The ultimate pain. Simply ultimate.
We were total and absolute opposites. No pair ever more diverse than we. She was tall, I was not. She had dark hair, I did not. She reveled in sciences and mathematics; I enjoyed history and language arts. French culture and Canadian blood was in her, while I was a mutt of heritages with no particular ties to any of them. As I’ve mentioned, her color was purple. Mine has and always will be green.

“You need to know that she loved you,”
Lucy and Jessie assure me. “All the way till the end”

They believe those words can ease the sorrow, but it’s been hollow for too long. I shake with tears and sob for loss chances as we embrace tightly. They were her best friends, but I’m the most affected. I had more at stake in the relationship. I loved her with more passion than a friend could. Perhaps that scared her. I look up for a minute and see Jessie’s face with no smile. This is new.

Jessie was a dissimilar saga than Lucy by far. Jess could be “mommy” sometimes. She was my ray of sunshine; A hippie in everyway except “hashing”. Jessie’s mere presence is enough to always make someone grin in rainbow bliss. She seemed unfazed by the bad stuff. One word: un-corruptible. Like Rebecca Nurse. Yet, today they both begin to shed tears.

During the last stand between Krystal and I—the Belle in the Casket and the one who only wanted to love her—Lucy spent hours discussing with me.

“You think with your heart, she uses her head.
You trust too much, she doesn’t at all”

Basically correct. When I first fell in love with Krystal, it was when she opened up to me. She told me how much she had loved her stepmother; a love I could never gain. She had idolized and emulated her. That was her role model, inspiration, and confident. She trusted her with her heart. When her step mom was killed in a fatal car accident, Krystal was devastated. And when she informed me—I felt for her. When it happened, I wasn’t around. And I always hated that I couldn’t be there for her. I thought I did pretty good with supporting her on anniversaries, birthdays, and death days, but it’s never enough when someone you love lost someone they loved. But that was why Krystal never got close to people—it hurts her when it stops. But I would never stop listening, or caring, or loving. And I would never leave unless she made me. Like she eventually did.

I was a different story.

Lucy is the one who first discovered. Now I say it proudly. I never knew the love for a parent mirroring what Krystal had with Dana. And I would always be searching for it in all my relationships. I gave out trust like free samples. When people were interested in the product I thought I had what I wanted. Krystal cared. She was interested. And I loved her for it. To her credit, when I told her something was wrong with me, she always responded. Even when we were fighting and it seemed over—I know she cared. And that stays alive in me. Without that thread of hope, I would die. Cause I’d die without her. Now that keeps me going. Everyday and every second without her.

—Lucy and Jessie never needed to tell me that she always loved me.
Because I always knew.

When I fell for the Belle in the Casket, I wanted it returned. Love requited. It took me months to uncover and weeks to share the burden with her. That was the hardest thing.
I could have lost her then. Instead, I received months more of her precious time and our days together extended. I guess that was luck.

“It doesn’t change anything.
You’re my best friend and I like it that way”
She told me.

My hearts jumps when I recall those text messages. I had been so eager for her to not leave me, that I accepted anything. I never realized that I would want her to love me back. I was glad to go back to normal, but with her now aware of my secret. What I didn’t know is that I would grow to yearn for change.

I wanted Krystal LaBelle to fall madly in love with me. Then, I knew the cheating would end forever and I could make her happy. I never asked for the gross and sexual implications of a relationship with her. I just wanted the luxury, the gift, of calling her my girlfriend, hold her hand, and the ability to kiss her when she acted adorable, or just when I felt like it. Sometimes, I could do all that in jest. And sometimes I took it too far so she would stop me. Maybe that’s where our last argument stemmed from.

Lucy and Jessie release me. I could see other seemingly familiar faces at the service Mikael, Jacob, Kat, Aidan, and even Bob, her ex. Her mom was there with her brother. Her father, his new wife, and all her relatives I’d heard countless stories of during our friendship. All faces are mourning. I understood their pain. I felt it so much. I almost walked away.

I could never forgive myself if I left right now. She was my best friend. I loved the girl with everything I had. And I won’t leave now. She didn’t ask me to yet. Then I realize; she can’t because she’s dead. And I will never have the chance to push her into talking to me. In my mind, I always relive the day I gave her space.

During our final straw, she said I obsess. I can’t disagree, it’s true. Not just with her. And not to a stalker level. I mean that. I never stalked Krystal. I never had to. If she ever said that I was creepy obsessive then I’d kill myself now.

I have an obsessive personality. That simply means that when I extremely enjoy something (movie, place, person, activity, etc.)—I make it my world. That’s what I did. I based my life solely around Krystal. So, I’m not surprised, really, that she freaked out in the end. I just wasn’t expecting it to happen. Ever. I never understood that it bothered her when I loved her. I still don’t. I choose not to nowadays. She was my best friend. I let all those chances, decisions, and opportunities fade. Now, they’re being lowered into the ground with the Belle in the Casket.

Krystal was such a huge influence in my life. The cause of heartache and pain but also the angel to thank when life can’t get any better. I miss that now. I always will feel the void.

Watching the lowering of the Casket carrying my Belle makes my heart twinge with regret. I could have pushed more. But everyone told me not to. She needed space. Well, she would get her god damn space now. I could not possibly be further away from her. In death, we’re separated. In her death, I died.

She was my best friend, my love, my confident, and my reason for smiling on a day that makes you cry. She was my world. She was a part of me. She was. She’s not anymore.

I never understood heartbreak. I had dated before. But then the breakup commenced, I never sobbed; I never cared. I was never so emotionally attached to anyone as I was with Krystal. I guess that’s what some of the problem was during our final argument. But in my other relationships, I was not the one left in tears. I was the one who could leave. Not anymore.

When we had that last fight, we broke up forever. And the immense dissatisfaction consumed me. Not so much her, but because the Belle I had loved was telling me to fuck off. All I can say is Apocalypse. My world was trashed. And though we didn’t know it then—it would be forever. So the casket has fallen, and Jessie, Lucy and I squeeze hands and digress that she’s too young for this. We all lost someone. But did we really? She’s not gone forever if she lives in our minds, actions, and in our hearts, right?

Apart or together, I love her same.
Blinded by the pain.
She dies, I die
Mutter to a passerby
“Somebody died,
I’m not sure who”
Not one funeral, But two.


The End.

Silly Shoes

Today is what we call "Chill Out and Think Friday"

cause thats what is up. Krystal and i got into a pretty horrible fight last night. In my opinion, the absolute worst. It starts with her not telling me something that is classified as a big deal. she didnt tell me. and that hurt. cause i found out from her old best friend which made me feel like shit.

So i start talking to her about it. And honestly, i cannot remember everything about it. I only saved parts of the convo for Jessie, but i wish i hd more. cause everything that i said was really really mean and i shouldnt have said it to my best friend.

but i wasnt the only on and im not taking the blame for this fight when i didnt do anything wrong except maybe keep it going (which she was just oh so happy to comply)

its so fucked up. Cause she basically said she never tells me anything like that beause i'll tell everyone or completely ruin it. Then i talk to Jessie and she says the same thing. like....wow. everyone seems to dislike the way i am. sucky.

So i end up crying a lot because the strangest thing---we went from like...me being the sensitive one whos feelings were hurt to krystal just being completely different. Like, saying i dont care. Saying that she just wanted to have fun when we started talking about the secret. Just---weird stuff you wouldnt expect from her.

And i cant recall how many times i was told to "shut the fuck up" and that i was "acting like a complete bitch". but im telling you now, that im not gonna deal with her like this all the time. We'll stop being friends if thats the case. Honestly. It would kill me, but I'd do it.

And she called me a drama queen and said that i wallow in my misery. I hate her so much right now. you have no idea. and it's like...i cant help that i dont think she cares sometimes. thats not my fault, but when she tries to say that mariah doesnt care....its like.....wow. fuck you too.

and it feels absolutely horrible. and i was so pissed all night, i couldnt sleep. i couldnt stop thinking about seeing her tomorrow and not punching her in the face.

so i faked sick last night...and my mom believed it. so this morning hen i said i didnt wanna go to school---i didnt have to. sometimes, either im too brilliant or they're far too stupid...how could she believe that?

anyways, i wasnt ready to see krystal. so i've spent today just calming down, thinking about how shes my best friend no matter what, and that maybe i do need a little change if all my friends cant stand that part of me. I dont wanna end up like the one person who used to be our friend...now we arent her friends at all and we tend to get pissed, annoyed, or irritated lately. Thats like...a worse fear. and i cant help that small inecurity that krystal is gonna go be friends with kelly again and leave me with nobody. it also doesnt help that i care for krystal wayy to much...and wayy more than i know she cares about me. and im okay with that.

but...thats what toay is for. No, im not "scared" of her. No, im not a pussy. I just---wanted a day to myself for cooling off and doing some self restoration cause i took a huge blow last night.

maybe im a little better.
but i dont wanna go to the band activity tomorrow morning.
i'll be forced to spend hours with her.
No, i dont wanna go to the practice session after.
Cause im not ready to make up.
And i sure as hell dont want her to drive me to work like we were planning on. cause no way am i going in a car with her. she'll kill me. and it'll be awkward. and plus, im pissed as fuck at her and i dont wanna. and she wont want me too either. which pisses me off too.

god dammit.
this just plain old suck ass.

Party Hard, Rock n Roll

New years was fuckin crazy. lots of fun with people i would never have seen myself with last new years. not a chance.

differences since last new years? my hair...its dark now. my height...ive grown a quarter of an inch. my pants size....im a six now instead of a nine/eleven. my boyfriend----last january i was hooked on jordan...yucky. my friends...last year i hung around with Jamilla, Kaleigh, and Mina. shoot me. i still llove my Kaleigh to death. and Milla will always be my girl but lord forgive the day i met that hispanic bitch. sports? none. GPA? N/A. Jobless. This was a rough time last year---so much was going on i couldnt deal. Around this time last year my mom woulda been preparing to leave town for 3 weeks which turned into 3 months.lol. i met my best friends around this time, too. and switched into krystals religion class.

damn. lol.

guard practice continues monday as well as school. Ries grades? havent checked and im not gonna. save me these few days of accomplishment! work is alright...so is jacob. tings are pretty much tank right now. and im enjoying it

ready for 08? u fuckin bet.