Seventeen

You've been flirting again.


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Sixteen

"You can't disguise, no you can't disguise," Christine and then Stevie and then Lindsey sing to you. They can see through you.

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Fifteen

You try to smile.


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Fourteen

Yet that terror was not fright
But a tremulous delight
And a feeling undefined
Springing from a darkened mind

-Edgar Allen Poe via Antony & The Johnsons

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Thirteen

This heart is a stone, the Acid House Kings hum into you. You thought no one else knew.


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Twelve

When you walk in the room everything disappears/When you walk in the room it's a terrible mess, Thom tells you. And you're disappointed because you feel it's true.

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Eleven

The smoke hangs over the valleys and makes the nights darker than ever. You think a phonecall would be nice, but you won't answer it anyway.

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Ten

Recently you've found that you don't know anyone with whom you'd like to start a conversation and you can't wait to meet someone new.

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Nine

Stevie Nicks has always told you to listen carefully to the sound of your loneliness, but you never thought she was singing to you. You've always felt bad for the people who understood the turmoil of "Dreams", and now that you do, you wonder the extent of bad feelings you will lend yourself.

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Eight

You are gonna have to find out for yourself, Björk tells you.
And you realize how emotionally lazy you've gotten.
Wake up!

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Seven

You're not a teenager, so don't act like one, Tracyanne tells you.
But you don't know how.

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Six

When you have no one, no one can hurt you, Will tells you.
And you believe him.


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Five

You are sick and you think it has more to do with your emotional state then your biology.
You have had fun being alone for some time but maybe it is beginning to fade now.
There is no one really left to talk to so you started a blog.
How American of you.

At least you are enjoying your classes. School may become the highlight of your life for now. And you are okay with that. You just have to wait for something else.

The other night you found a snail attached to the exterior wall of your apartment. You took it as a sign, telling you to be patient.
Then the next morning the snail died. It shriveled up and the shell fell off. The shell. You thought how appropriate and hoped that it was not a sign as well, knowing full well that it was.

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Four

You feel sort of bad because this is not the worst thing to happen in your life.
Right now you feel worse than when she died.
You think it's possibly because when that happened, you knew and understood what you were feeling. The pain and grief were painted all over you and it was easy to see your reflection.

But now you aren't even sure what to think. Your stomach always feels empty and you know it's not from a lack of food.
It must be from a lack of something else.
You want to see where romance could take you but you've learned to keep your hopes down.
If only you could sleep the rest of your life away.

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Three

What you really wish for is foresight.
You are tired of the messes you make and you feel too weak to keep on cleaning.
Always cleaning because you can't stand the noise.
You feel stupid because your friends didn't help you one bit.
You feel like a stranger to not only your friends but the entire human race.
Last night you danced alone and no one else knew your rhythm. You shut down.
You have hope still but you need more than this.
Or less than this.

Or just something.

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Two

You are glad because you can feel yourself coming back from that cave.
Hermit no more. You rendered that grayness extinct.
Your friends are coming.
The alcohol will run free.
The fun is returning and you can feel it blushing in your cheeks and lengthening your hair.
Maybe they will see you now.
And they can show you how to see yourself.


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One

Don't let the woe overwhelm you.
You are more special than they know.
And they hurt you even though you try your hardest to keep them from a closeness.
You are like an insect; your exterior is hard because your interior is so soft.
When will you learn to be human?
When will you learn to be strong on the inside so that what is outside doesn't matter?
When will you learn to be more than a shell?


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