Got that title from another scribble. I spent approximately twenty minutes looking through the last 10 scribbles updated on the scribble.nu homepage. As always, depressing pages makes me feel better, because it seems that other people can have it worst. See! It's not just sadism! :p

Before you throw stones at me...

It reminds me of Shirley Jackson's The Lottery. It was horrifying to say the least. "It's not fair!"

Yesterday night, my sis made me go to Stephanie's 16th birthday party. I had met Stephanie at the Christmas party where I had met Rob and Dan. Yesterday night, she has us come at 8:30 pm. And even then, we were were one of the first to arrive...again. Let's call this party ghetto. Geeeeeetoooo! :)

When I walk alone now, it seems that nobody cares. When I walk back to my room, almost like pretending nothing has ever happened, I hide my face so that nobody can see salty water drops smear across my face. When I lie on my bed late at night, it almost hurts too much. When I talk to other people, it seems as if I am wearing a mask. When I look at my supple hands, I wonder if he will ever understand me.