Crushed
6:42 p.m. & 2005-08-02
I stumbled across the street and attempted to take myself home but in my despair I couldn't move another step and I fell into the cold, unfamilar grass that reached out to envelop me. And my body started crystallizing, and the icy cold sheath spread through me once again and I cried for the warmth that I had lost and for the friendship that had betrayed me. I'd choose to burn; to be swallowed in angry flames over the coldness of defeat anyday.
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Bronwyn. 17. skinny. alone. dramatic. a contradiction. open-minded. moody. spastic. easily amused. immature. a senseless writer. a joke.
loves
Red hair. Conor Oberst. Ice cream. Vampires. Murderdolls. Swingsets. Ville Vallo. Teddybears. Skateboards. The moon. Slinkys. Books. Pale skin. Dandelions. Cuddling. Giggling. Europe. Stomachs..
hates
moths. spiders. insects. homophobia. biphobia. the south. opression. sexism. human nature. bones. scars. the cold.