I have things to do, people to talk to, places to call in order to live my life. My mom reminds me of this every single day. So does my dad, though in a more harsh and sarcastic manner. I need to call so the bill doesn't go to collection, but don't they understand? Every time I pick up a phone to call someone or to answer it, my heart races and my mind makes up all kinds of situations where everything goes wrong and I say...

LadySharon, tell me your secrets to writing original pieces. Of course. I write stories in fragments...some good, some bad. I dream in color, rendering images I can see in the recesses of my psyche. Some nights, I’ll wake up with the not-so-reliable writing muses talking to me and I capture what they’re saying to me in a notebook. I don’t begin typing on a laptop until I have a handwritten rough draft in front of me. Then...

An empty seat, The back of the class... You're skin and bones, But I say nothing, you'll yell and scream, and in the end... it's no good. It seems to me nothing's being done, But, really, it's none of my business, I'm just a friend, a concerned friend, there's no point for me to worry, to get involved, is there? Yeah. (Right.) 

Walk in, slowly- painfully slowly, so it takes as long to get back to that seat as possible. Breathe in, breathe out, unnoticed breathing, but calming breathing. Swallow those feelings, you had to be strong, strong and patient. Willing to be that, and to shove some of your feelings aside, so you could be that way. Sit down, finally sit down next to her, look at the teacher as the bell rings, as her how she is. Speak a lit...

Julianne finished loading the large moving truck and pulled the rear door closed. She walked down the rear ramp and glanced up at the only home she had known for the last twenty years. She glanced down the street to the rubble which was the house her first boyfriend and sighed. She allowed the memories of when she was thirteen years old flood her mind and then pushed them away. “What’s taking you so long?” she asked herse...

Doesn't come to school, stays home sick. I'm there, sitting in the seat, next to the one she would usually be in. Don't think about it I tell myself, but how do you not think and wonder and worry about a friend who is getting herself too deep into a deadly situation? She is quite literally skin and bones and the best I can do is offer a stupid piece of pizza. What the hell kind of good is that doing? Plus, while doing tha...

She comes to school, Sits next to me, I've seen the pictures...  I know what's under those layers, You can see every single little bone. She thinks that because she's not losing in her problem areas, it makes sense- Sense to do what? To starve yourself? To kill yourself? This is going to kill you, and you don't seem to care. Any normal parents would do something, and I guess they are doing a bit- buying food when she gets...

I'm here, though I should get things done,Such a long list, it's not much fun.A million and one things to do, As usual, my mind is full of You.The way we used to flirt and chatIt used to be such fun, and thatWe do not talk in the same way,I simply punctuate my dayWith mindless things and when I tryTo concentrate, I can but sighAnd gaze once more upon my screen,Remembering how you were so keenAnd how I used to make you lau...

Dear Friend or family member, I’d like to thank you for the invitation to your wedding but if I hear Corinthians 13 one more time I think I’ll scream Yes, Love is patient and kind blah blah blah and does not envy and boast blah blah But I have to disagree, Love is sometimes impatient and full of envy.Remember when we fought because I got that raise and you hadn’t had one for three years…Oh it was under the pretext of some...