May 26th, 2009

So. I am standing here, and this sold wrinkly hag walks up to me. Oh, you must be here to mourn Marilyn Chanselle. Please, make your self comfortable. Oh my god. You have got to be kidding! I don't even answer, I just run for my life back to the car, and drive like my mom after her coffee. Oh wait, she is STILL not fully awake after her coffee.. Never mind, let's just say I drove like an idiot. I give up! I scream as loud as I can, and I swear to god, everyone on this side of Ohio looked at me. So, as many frustrated 16 year olds do, I go to McDonalds and wedge myself into the uncomfortable booths, to think about life. But can I have ANY peace at all? NO. THAT WOULD JUST BE TOO FRICKEN CONVIENIENT. And, before I know it, I'm having a very enthusiastic conversation with Nathanial, the irritating stinky nerd who's in love with my sister.

After about 30 minutes of discussing Pokemon that could possibly take his "Level X" Pokemon, I break the conversation by saying, Oh my god! I left the stove on! I have to go, and I'll talk to you later! Running for my life to the car once more, I decide to go home and go to bed. Then, I turn on the radio.. Love Story comes on, and when that song comes on something bad always ends up happening.

May 27th, 2009

I wake up, and this time I set the alarm on my phone for the right time, and get my clothes on and do all my stuff I do in the morning, go outside to the curb, and sit and wait for the bus. My mom comes out. Hun, you do know it's a Saturday, right? *Yawn* Only with my luck. Ha Ha. Life is just so fricken nice to me. I go inside, and turn on the TV… Hmm.. A sale at Macy's…Buy one get one free shoe sale! Great.. Shocking News! Hana Keffler gets in an extreme car crash! Stay tuned after the break for more! Oh. My. Effin. Lord. HANA KEFFLER MIGHT BE DEAD! Hana Keffler is my idol, and I prayed that nothing would never happen to her. Then this comes. Thanks Taylor Swift. You're the best.

May 28th, 2009

It is 1:00am, and I am STILL bawling my eyes out. I decided that I would completely just give up on life. And the same phrase keeps going through my head over and over again. It's a Love Story, Baby Just Say Yes! Then, the phone rings….It's Alisa, and I am thankful. That's one decent thing that's happened in the last 48 hours. She talks about how sad the funeral was, and we talked for hours. I told her how I got lost, and we had a good laugh at that.. We finally talk about everything that could be possibly talked about.

The call was done…

I was depressed…

It's a Love Story, Baby Just Say Yes!

No. I'm going to say no…

Look at the butterfly, so fluent in gracefullness..

Tears start to drip onto Hana Keffler's CD case…

And I give up. My limbs go weak. My head goes back. I fall into the deepest sleep ever…

And the sweet scent of McDonalds fries wake me up…