If you had me alone...
locked up in your room for 24 hours
and we could do whatever you wanted,
what would you do with me?
Tell me in a message...cause
it's a secret...then repost this in
your blog...you might be surprised
with the responses you get

The Years

these are the years when we find ourselves & see past all the bullshit we’ve been feeding off of since middle school.
these are the years when we lose best friends, lose boy friends & girl friends,
or lose our virginity to that guy who wrote you the love song.
these are the years where we have to ignore the rumors about being a dyke or a queer
& try even harder to ignore the stares in the hall when we know full well that its true.
these are the years of experimentation;
we experiment with style, we experiment with drugs, we experiment with sex & we experiment with love.
these are the years of broken hearts and lies.
gossip & tears & who fucked whom at that party.
these are the years of drug overuse and overdose, where one kid dies
& the rest of us pretend to be shocked.
we knew it was coming, & it doesn’t even scare us anymore.
thats scary.
these are the years of choice & consequence & “what the fuck am I going to do now?”
these are the years of screaming that one person’s name into your tear soaked pillow,
or trying hard not to scream their name during your first orgasm...
because your parents are sleeping in the next room.
one of these days during these years one guy will forget to use a condom & knock up some girl while they're both wasted.
during these years we’ll change & grow & make stupid mistakes.
we’ll fuck up our lives & get fucked on trampolines and twin sized beds.
we’ll regret it and we’ll hate ourselves and we’ll move on.
these are the years of having so much fun you forget your fucking morals & end up passed out on a guy’s bed with your panties ripped off.
these are the years of trends & conformity & haircuts we’ll look at years from now & wonder "what the fuck we were thinking?"
these are the years of locked doors and sleeping until late afternoon.
the years of frustrated parents & even more frustrated teens trying to balance school, a job & a break up.
these are the years when breaks ups can break you down & make you wish you were dead,
wondering what the fuck you did wrong.
“can we still be friends?” becomes the enemy & a girl’s diary becomes her best friend.
these are the years of trying to convince your parents to let you go to the party,
or trying to get enough money to go to that concert so you can scream at the top of your lungs,
surrounded by every confused teen that is just like you.
these are the worst years of our lives & we’re all in it together.

She Smiled In A Big Way