Nervous!
So I am speaking at graduation today, and so far all I’ve done is go over every possible way that it could go wrong.
Here is a list
- Say wrong word
- Fall off the stage
- Fall on my face going up to the podium
- Get completely tongue tied
- Freeze
- Choke
- Spontaneous Zombie attack
- Sneeze
- Burp while talking
- Develop Eye twitch
- Contract Leprosy and have body parts begin falling off
- Throw up
- Spontaneously start crying
- Snort
- Get carried away by a pterodactyl
- Mutant Squirrel attack
- Dalek’s move the planet
- Voldemort appears
- Scar tries to throw me off a cliff
- Darth Vader chops off my hand
- Turn invisible
- Black hole
- Earthquake
- The Capitol sends muttations to kill me
- There is a rip in the universe and the light from the crack hits me and I cease to have ever existed.
Yep. So that’s what’s going through my mind right now.
Source: 
40 days
It’s been 40 days since I hurt. It’s not the 135 I had before, but everyday is a reminder that I am stronger than the demons who try to bring me down.
To my love….
I do not love you as if you were a salt rose, or topaz
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
So I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I do not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
I party hard!
I’m going to a party tonight!
Now I know what you’re thinking. I’m gonna wear a short skirt, fry my hair straight, and smear black stuff on my face and call it make up. Then get shitfaced and do things I’ll regret at some other students house while their parents are on vaca.
BUT NO!!!
I’m going to a party at my school, with my English teacher.
It’s called the 61 and done party, for her retirement. Me and a ton of nerds are going to be dancing to cheesy music with our 61 year old English teacher. And ya know what, I’m absolutely certain that I am going to have more fun at this party than at 6000000000 drunken raves combined because we…..
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