the perfect little gift for high school graduation.

i've learned to stay away, and to come again. almost. my nights
tend to be spent awake, not in my home, not in my place. memories
start to come around during the night, in the weirdest of ways,
things i havn't thought about since they happened, which was years
and years ago.
-when i entered middle school, i never went on the play ground. not
because i had outgrown it but my mother laughed at the kids
who did. the first time i stepped on the gravel was in the seventh
grade on a snowy day. they had finaly accepted me.
the popular kids.
-"it's not like you and aurora are going to do anything," "i know, it's
not like we've dated." i know we're both speaking of the same subject,
but they'res no way we'll admit it aloud.
when you change, you do it so someone will love you. what you don't
realise is that after you change, some people aren't going to love
you anymore.
-when you meet now people, it's crazy. you tell the boys you're gay, so
they wont flirt with you all night- just for sex. but the night ends
with another girl, playing truth or dare. they dare you to do shit with
her- to turn them on. You cave to peer pressure, and wither away to
a useless pile of what you swore you would never, never be.