sleep with your head against the sky, tonight.

Ben Giovangelo, your smile is exuberant and in my heart forever. We are all aching for you right now and can find solace in nothing. We'll never know why you did this to yourself, or to your family. All we can do is hope that you are more content now than you were in life, and that eventually we all stop crying and start feeling like anything is worth it again.

My stage of grief: shock, disbelief, lack of worth, guilt.

4.10.1991 - 4.16.2009

so maybe I'll go take my senior picture now?

we'll see.

I bought a very expensive camera.

I'm very excited about it.

I finished my self portrait in art. I'm very excited about it.

I've started my independent. I'm very excited about it.

I'm writing poetry. Very excited.



A Merry Christmas orgasm to you allllll my chickadees.

Not even kidding.

I should, but I don't have the heart to.
I don't know what's going on tonight.
I want to go home but we could end up doing that in the morning
like last week.

I just want to sulk in my own bed, you know?
That seems to go better.

I used to be such a writer.