I came back and Jeff was making an extremely scary face at me, like he'd just spiked my milk
with cyonide or something. Hopefully he didn't do nothin' too bad this time I thought. Abigale was back, and bit into her sandwhich and then made a horrified
face and took out a peice of paper from her mouth. I had hoped she wasn't a fellow paper eater as is da I. Her eyes darted around the paper as if she
couldn't read it correctly. Then she made the most unimpressed face I've ever seen in my life. She spoke up, "What in the hell...? Who even says that!?"
I had sworn this poem would've worked on her, I wrote it from a sincear place in my edgy teenaged heart! Jane grabbed it and threw it at Jeff, who
read it aloud, imitading my voice and manurisms.
"When I look in your eyes... I at times feel a level of sadness I have never felt, as if we, despte barely knowing each other, had been apart for far too long.
When I talk to you is like I am listening to a voice I've ached for yet haven't heard in a lifetime. Every other experience I have with you seems
familiar but at the same time, it hurts, like you would feel if you begged for something and only recieved it when you had already given up hope.
These feelings are all so strange and evolving at a rate that scares me as they are for someone I am only just now getting to know.
Even with my breif presense in your life I've picked up on so much suffering and almost feel powerless to create any change. There are so many wounds,
so many scars, so much I only know enough to fear. Abbi, you have so much pain in your life than I can imagine, I hear it in your voice,
I see it in your eyes and in the way you move. I just want you to smile without there being an ocean wall of tears behind your eyes.
I want to hear everything you have to say. I want to find a way to heal the damage done until you can forget it ever existed."
-Onision's really horrible poem, straight from Stones to Abigale.
WHAT THE FUNK? I DID NOT WRITE THAT! THAT DIRTY BASS-TURD FISH FACED WHITETRASH EMO WROTE CRINGY STUFF IN PLACE OF MY ACTUALLY GOOD NOTE!
I beat the sea-water out of him and scratched his face with the flimsy plastic knives because I'm a masocist. Fortunetly, It was much sharper than I thought,
as It carved a smiley face into his mouth making some narly scars and his nose was gone. He came out the brawl lookin' like white Micheal Jeffson mixed
with a fish clown, not a clownfish. Jane called the pinicable in the early stages and he called and he promptly calld the Pasta Police.
I was suspended for 4 weeks for beating the silverfish out of fish face, which by the way that became his high-school name.
I'm in a mental hospital and I'm writing this to remember incase the drugs they put me on make me forget how I got here.
