You once told me “A diary is a long winded letter you write to an old person who used to be you.”

Still, please take better care of it, everyone has to read it in the future, and the bits you’ve spilt grape juice over are completely indecipherable. All we know about -that- New Years Party is from eyewitness accounts of the event and the first and last words of the entry “You’d never believe…” and “…that’s how I ended up on the highway, with a bedside lamp and a breadbox full of money.”


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Once upon a time, I knew a boy with sun kissed hair and laughing eyes who never looked at me; it was always through me and my paper dry fingers from turning too many pages with downcast, stormy eyes I refused to show anyone, but sometimes I wished he would love me, once upon a time.
Once upon a time, I knew a boy who didn’t know what he wanted, but sometimes he would trust me and talk like we would never be apart; we just knew that it wouldn’t be like that for two people who didn’t want love but deep down knew they needed it, once upon a time.
Once upon a time, I knew a boy who laughed at the words I said, drinking them in as if they somehow mattered; I didn’t understand, but I knew that I needed him as much as he needed me, and we whispered shallow nothings, even cried at times when we went too deep because we would always be there for each other, even when these affections faded, once upon a time.
Once upon a time, I knew a girl who never stopped talking and filled the silences with tasty words I loved to hear; we loved each other’s souls that were born of the same God, because we knew we were meant to be together; closer than blood, our love was, pure and true, we were soul sisters, once upon a time.
Once upon a time, on a much too beautiful night when the stars shone brighter than they ever had before, because no moon was there to take away from the brilliance of their twinkling light, I met an unexpected stranger with dancing brown stained glass eyes that tore up my soul in on glance; he had pretty piano hands that forced me to feel so unworthy as they entwined around my own and he watched me like I really mattered, kissed me deep and dark and full, tasted like nothing and everything I’d ever known, but he was just another boy with so much potential that it gripped my heart. He only wanted what he couldn’t have, once upon a time.
Once upon a time, there was a lonely little girl who was drowning in ink and poetry words taking form as she cut open her soul and bled onto blank sheets of white, but she still loved the things that hurt her more than anything else ever could, in some disgusting way, so horrific. She wanted to burn the penned images she created until ashes covered her fingertips like incinerated butterflies; maybe then she could really cry again, because it’s all really just a transcript of emotional miscommunications and lack of any understanding whatsoever.
Now I’m just so frightened because once upon a time isn’t ending with happily ever after anymore.

Name: Cassie Kae
Birthdate: 06/09
School: I'm still going for it
Email: princessekaemw

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Kevin Max's Raven Songs album
A USB Yamaha digital recording piano keyboard
Rock Band for Wii
My silver star necklace
My gold star necklace
My jiggly Giraffe silver necklace
The Sanyo Xacti HD underwater digital camcorder (lime green!) when it comes to the USA
The complete Powerpuff Girl's season collection
Freaks & Geeks season collection
Foster's Home Of Imaginary Friends season collection
Real Madrid European football paraphernalia
Broncos American football paraphernalia
A Lara Croft Halloween costume
TWLOHA Deon sweater
A Purpose For Pain TWLOHA book
A USB SD camera card reader
A pineapple mug to drink liquids in
Pineapple antics in general
Giraffe antics in general
Tim Hawkins stand up comedies
A teal colored automobile to drive, that's better than URN

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