i used to be a writer -

musings from my high school diary :

"Everything's been so hard lately. Life has been so hard," he said in that tired voice that has become so familiar of late, as they walked together, side-by-side, for the first time in a long time. "You know what you should do then?" she asked seriously. He looked at her and quickly replied, "What?" After a brief pause, she smiled and answered "Fix it!" and then laughed & laughed. You could tell that he was smiling as well when he protested, "No! I can't!" But her optimism haunted him for awhile."

"I get a sort of sick pleasure from being heartbroken & independent. "

"And in those moments, when you realize [again] that life is so much bigger than you - - it's amazing. And stupid stuff doesn't matter and can just be shrugged off, because you'll always have these larger ideals and a bigger purpose than trivialities.

I love moments of enlightenment. "

"I watched you this morning, saw you notice me. Saw you look thoughtful and then slowly walk over, sit backwards on the desk so that we were facing each other. And we just stared at one another for the seven minutes that remained in homeroom.
Sometimes looks mean so much more than words. And sometimes, there is just nothing left to say. "

" everyone's a little queer,
why can't you be a little straight?

Sometimes, I really think I'm fooling myself.

Whatever makes you happy. :( " <---------just goes to show you, i am ever the same.

""No!" she laughed shyly, clearly embarrassed by the question though the sparkle in her eye as she glanced back at the old photograph seemed to tell otherwise. "No," she repeated, this time softer, with a forlorn look of longing that would've been enough to break even the hardest of hearts. "


"she was sitting at the table, her eyes anxiously glancing to the gate every few minutes, her heart beating against her chest in anticipation.

after what seemed like agonizingly long, she heard a voice behind her and turned.

there he was, smiling as always.

ignoring the others, he sat in the chair that was closest to her and they just stared at each other for awhile, inquisitively...inquiringly.

"hello," she smiled sarcastically. "it's nice to meet you."

he paused before saying, "you look so different..."

and she considered this for a moment, deciding that it must've been a compliment because of the way he stared so, before adding, "so do you...now isn't this weird."

and for the two hours that remained, they sat closely together, often talking amongst solely themselves or stealing sideways glances when the other wasn't looking.

"well we'll always have paris, darling," she said half jokingly, part of her believing that it was and would be forever true.

before he left, he stood behind her and leaned in to kiss her [upside-down, of course], but instead of kissing back, she just laughed in that way of hers and crinkled her nose.

like it or not, she was head-over-heels, absolutely and completely and entirely in love with him.

still as opposed to again. "



yeah.
i think i could edit YA and middle grade books.