Gossip Is The Foul Smell From The

I Decapitated Dandelions All Morning, Leaving Carnage And Death Strewn Into My Path.

I Need A New Friend. I Need A Friend, Period. Not A True Friend, Nothing Close Or Share Clothes Or Sleepover Giggle Giggle Yak Yak. Just A Pseudo-friend, Disposable Friend. Friend As Accessory. Just So I Don't Feel Or Look So Stupid.

We Held Hands When We Walked Down The Gingerbread Path Into The Forest, Blood Dripping From Our Fingers. We Danced With Witches And Kissed Monsters. We Turned Us Into Wintergirls, When She Tried To Leave, I Pulled Her Back Into The Snow Because I Was Afraid To Be Alone.

Some Adults Would Rather Pretend That Bad Things Dont Exist Than To Talk About Them.

Nothing Is Perfect. Flaws Are Interesting. Be The Tree.