- Tino's beautiful Zimbabwean mother died. He probably has never been so far from his family ... why did this have to happen now? It is so unfair that it makes me clench my jaw; my stomach tightens and my heart shrivels. How can I save him?
- When I feel the pressure behind my eyes, it's like The Second Coming. I can't stop it. It's hot and strong and knows no patience.
- There is a boy that makes me hurt every day. A boy that I didn't feel for until I wasn't allowed to feel anymore. He taught me to doubt my beauty, my compassion, my love, and my self. How is it that he can take this things away from me?
- Where is Daphne? Doesn't her heart hurt like mine sometimes, even though she is half way around the world?
- I live among the masked. I walk into classrooms and out of moments, carefully switching masks to suit the changing air going in and out of my lips. I can't see beneath the countless masks before, me, and no one can see under mine. I hate it
- I can eat anything and never look or feel different. How am I ever supposed to be healthy? I digress: I hate make-up.
oct 28 2009 ∞
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