memory lane breakdownlife was daria marathons that never ended and sleepovers that never slept.truth or dare gave way to tellign secrets in the night,secret crushes and dreams of the future. . .life was playing zelda until your fingers hurt, then painting pictures until dinnertime.dancing in the cornfield until it got too dark,and letting day fade into night. . .life was fist fights and wounded pride.taking sides and careless insults,friends who fight and forget to have fun.life was first boyfriends and un-noticed crushes,crying yourself to sleep because your friends left you alone.endless tears and restless night. . .life was very hectic, full of good and bad.friendships fading and new ones growing,cherished memories and forgotten grudges.
crimson trailI like to see the blood run down my leg. I have to see the liquid pain dribble away. the feeling that is created is un-known to any other, a feeling that nothing is wrong and that the crimson trail with led me on. then the world crashes down, I see what I have done. suddenly I'm afraid of me and what I can do.I cut for survival but I regret it everyday. I try to stop the fever that rushes to the blade. I hide inside myself, never to come out. people may ask me why I'm crying and I just can't respond. I try and think of what the would think if I were to say the truth, " if I weren't crying, I'd probably be bleeding."