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I’m concerned. I’m worried. Make it work. That skirt troubles me. Your jumpsuit troubles me. I’m concerned. This is a make it work moment. You have time management issues. You WERE going slow yesterday. I’m concerned. Make it work.

Posted By Hayley On 09.18.2011 @ 1:22 pm

you can cheer all you want but it rarely makes a difference in the end. this is a point a lot of cheer-leaders never learn, which makes their lives rather dismal doesn’t it? after years of playing sports they never seem to understand that we don’t actually need them, so why are they there?

Posted By Hayley On 09.13.2011 @ 6:35 pm

As I walk away, I see a glint of light through the rain clouds. I look up to see Andy standing there, holding hands with a man who he looks strangely like. He smiles down at me, looking much more grown up than before and whispers, “Thank you.” “For what?” I ask back. “For being my friend,” he replies. “And for…letting go.”

Posted By Hayley On 09.11.2011 @ 11:55 am

I distinguished his grave from all the others, even in the darkness. I could feel his hand on my shoulder, his voice whispering in my ear, saying, “Let go, Amelia. Let go.” I closed my eyes and pictured him in front of me, tears rolling down my cheeks as I thought about us flying the kite. But I breathed in deep and let it out slow, letting him out as I exhaled. Andy was no longer a burden…but a blessing.

Posted By Hayley On 09.10.2011 @ 12:26 pm

My wings had suddenly been clipped, and there was nothing I could do to fly. I just sunk back into the hell that was my reality and thought about the times I spent with him. We had only just been soaring…what had happened? A sudden accident had pulled us worlds apart, and the only thing I could think was that I never even got to say thank you and goodbye….

Posted By Hayley On 09.09.2011 @ 1:20 pm

We were stuck behind the bars of life, in one way or another. Andy was held back by the present, Charlie was held back by the past, and I was bound by the future. I never knew what life would hold for me. But the bars brought us together, in one way or another. We somehow moved forward, hand in hand, and looked upward.

Posted By Hayley On 09.08.2011 @ 11:38 am

Charlie seemed to constantly be divided between the future and the past. No matter what, he never seemed to live in the present. It was almost as if life was too much for him to handle. His constant division between states of mind made him hard to talk to–but I was determined to communicate with him if it was the last thing I ever did.

Posted By Hayley On 09.04.2011 @ 2:43 pm

What do I have to offer to the world? Well, I suppose my smarts. I’m an all-A student with a 28 on my ACT. I’ve got my kindness. I always help someone in need. But most importantly, I’ve got my music. It’s something that will always lead me home, and I’ll always treasure as something that no one else sees value in but… ME.

Posted By Hayley On 08.30.2011 @ 6:37 pm

He knew he was taking a chance, climbing over the fence to escape his prison. But he did it anyway–he did it for me. How is it that I, Amelia Corey, could ever be important enough to risk everything for? “It was because you were my best friend,” Andy said. “I’d do anything for you.”

Posted By Hayley On 08.28.2011 @ 4:54 pm

The kite may not have been made of silk, but it bonded us together in a way that no other man-made thing could. We had put blood, sweat, and tears into this…and now our hard work was finally paying off. I smiled–the kite flying was the perfect way to end our summer.

Posted By Hayley On 08.23.2011 @ 6:17 pm

“He’s dead.” I sank to the floor, unable to think or comprehend. The world of white swirled around me as tears clouded my eyes. How could he be dead? We were invincible together…or at least, we thought. I felt my heart sinking deep into my chest as I felt a hand on my shoulder, and something inside me wished it was his.

Posted By Hayley On 08.22.2011 @ 5:02 pm

I thought about how much I missed Andy today. I saw the trees blooming and heard piano music playing softly as a child sang, and reminisced that summer two years ago when we watched the world move around us as we were frozen in time.

Posted By Hayley On 08.19.2011 @ 8:06 pm

i keep saying the same thing over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over…

and IT DRIVES PEOPLE CRAZY………………..

Posted By Hayley On 08.16.2011 @ 3:25 pm

Punishment is stupid, why cant there be a world where things done wrong come without consequences. There is something seriously wrong with that last sentence.

Posted By hayley On 08.14.2011 @ 4:43 pm

I am near the end of life and I’m ready to go. I’ve done all I needed to do–I can let go knowing I was a good person, a good husband, a good father. My son, Jack, holds my hand in his as I whisper “I love you” and then close my eyes for the last time. And I am gone, just like that. Gone.

Posted By Hayley On 08.13.2011 @ 1:00 pm

answers to questions i’m not even sure of. how was your day? i can’t even answer that correctly. she talks softly but i’m pretty sure her head is screaming all of those things she didn’t want to believe of you. a bottle of gin and a conversation with your own mind, those are the only answers.

Posted By hayley On 08.11.2011 @ 3:33 pm

driving to get away. driving to go exactly where you promised you wouldn’t. past his house, past that stretch of field he used to take you in the middle of the night when it was so damn poetic. driving to remember him and the way he sang that song to you, the one that plays on the radio every so often. the way you can hear it now, even in the silence. driving to not turn back.

Posted By hayley On 08.09.2011 @ 9:26 pm

i hate thunder. thunder is scary and loud and jumps me. thunder follows lightning. thunder used to shake my trailer in texas and knock things off of the walls. the fear of thunder is brontophobia. i like lightning better then thunder because it’s pretty.

Posted By Hayley On 07.26.2011 @ 2:13 pm

the sky thunders and lightning strikes. the sky turns bright and the clouds stay dark.

Posted By hayley On 07.25.2011 @ 8:33 pm

Violence is never the answer. Although sometimes, I would like to punch someone. I can be very violent. But I choose not to be. I am a kind hearted person. It scares me when I see other people getting violent. Especially with blood.

Posted By Hayley On 07.20.2011 @ 8:43 pm

My fingers shake as I reach into the small cardboard box. With these next few moments I will pollute my airways. Just as you polluted my heart. Addictive and necessary, a chemical my mind can’t resist. You circulate through my veins, slowly eroding away at my ability to breath. My heart pounds a little faster when I hear your voice, and my mind races. I know you’re bad for me. The taste you leave in my mouth, while wanted, is unpleasant. I can feel your breathing pushing against mine in the night. I get up and go outside again, looking to escape your presence. The cool summer breeze is fresher then the scent of you, left, still lingering, on my skin. Acrid as the smoke left on my teeth and clothes. The resemblance is uncanny. You’re bad for me and I know it. I think through ways to erase you from my life as my hands twitch, flick, light, and I take a drag from the last cigarette in my pack. I consider the day when the pack of love you have for me runs out. I inhale. Soon, it will be that day. All too soon.

Posted By Hayley On 07.17.2011 @ 3:46 am

She missed him, she missed having someone to care for her, someone to worry about her, someone to love her. He was always telling her not to drink and not to do drugs and defiantly not to smoke. But he didn’t want her anymore. She had lost him. As the smoke curled up into the air she laughed. ‘Would you love me now?’

Posted By Hayley On 07.15.2011 @ 12:30 pm

I know I shouldn’t want to hold your hand. I know I shouldn’t want to be in your arms. I know I shouldn’t want you. I blame my traitorous heart. It seems intent upon my destruction. Give me a box and I’ll wrap it up and top it with a bow. It will be my gift to you, it’s no good to me anymore.

Posted By Hayley On 07.14.2011 @ 1:40 pm

I know I shouldn’t want to hold your hand. I know I shouldn’t want to be in your arms. I know I shouldn’t want you. I blame my traitorous heart. Give me a box and I’ll wrap it up and top it with a bow. It will be my gift to you, it’s no good to me anymore.

Posted By Hayley On 07.14.2011 @ 1:32 pm

She had always been scared of speaking in front of people, it was something she just could not do, no matter how hard she tried. It was a phobia, to the extreame, she was good with writing but not with speaking.

Posted By Hayley On 07.14.2011 @ 1:25 pm

Where did it come from? Surely the caveman from barberic times did not come up with this phenoenon. Napkin in lap, how? Who invited it? Children despise it and adults find it the most amazing, life-saving invention ever, if i may even call it that.

Posted By Hayley On 07.13.2011 @ 9:38 pm

To be honest, I knew what was coming for a long time. Honesty was a quality I lacked in the relationship, and now I know what I am looking for. I will be honest in the future and save heartache for everyone.

Posted By Hayley On 06.30.2011 @ 9:47 pm

i wonder who will actually spend their time reading this pointless entry i have just posted. i wonder why i am even doing this entry, perhaps boredom? perhaps i dont have a life? i really could not tell you. i wonder why people actually come up with websites like this, do they wonder what kind of people will actually do this. there is a lot of things to wonder about when wondering about creating a website, i suppose. i wonder a lot when i think. i really dont even know what i am wondering about right now to be honest. i wonder why we all wonder quite actually.

Posted By hayley On 06.17.2011 @ 12:22 pm

I ran as fast as I could watching the white cloud of steam rise to the sky from the locomotive, I knew this would be the chance of a lifetime, I just had to get onto the train. It was moving fast and as I was about to give up someone reached out from an open compartment and gave me a hand, I took the man’s hand and started the adventure of a lifetime.

Posted By Hayley On 06.15.2011 @ 1:09 pm

Teachers like apples. Apparently. Although I hardly ever see my dad eat apples, and he is a teacher. I don’t know how that rumor got started- would you call it a rumor? Why are there always apples on teachers’ desks in movies? Strange. I think they’d like books more. Oh they’re book worms! And worms live in apples.

Posted By Hayley On 06.09.2011 @ 11:45 am