Barely Bones

Playlist & Cast

Music is an inspiration, use it wisely.

B a r e l y B o n e s P l a y l i s t

1) "Bones" by In Fear And Faith

2) "Practice Makes Perfect" by Cute Is What We Aim For

3) "Deep Down" by Saosin

4) "Which To Bury, Us Or The Hatchet?" by Relient K

5) "To Bright To See, Too Loud To Hear" by Underøath

6) "Burial" by Alexisonfire

7) "Bird and the Worm" by The Used

8) "Disenchanted" by My Chemical Romance

9) "Anywhere But Here" by Mayday Parade

10) "Cemetery Weather" by Isles & Glaciers

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Cast of Barely Bones

By now you should know, our protagonist doesn't even have a name.

Seriously.

I wanted her to sort of be molded into people's imaginations as they wished, so she wouldn't have to look or be a certain way in order to be more relatable. I will tell you one thing, though, she has black hair, and she's barely bones (hahaha I'm so funny). Anyone who's like that and has a sort of sad, raspy voice can play her. Imagine as you please.

Gwynn: Ariel Winter

Cameron: Colin Ford

Ess: Meghan Rosette

Sebastian: Callan McAuliffe

Protagonist's mom: Drew Barrymore

Mr. Carter: Russell Crowe

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Author's Note:

In the summer of 2013, I went through a low point in my life, and before you throw your laptop at a wall, hear me out, there's a reason why I'm getting all weirdly personal.

This low occurred for no reason, but I found myself sleeping at 7 am and waking up at 4 pm because I would hop into bed at 2 and write this story. My 'days' sort of numbed out and honestly I can't remember most of that summer. I did, however, reflect on several things, and then I was left wondering if anyone else felt the same way. So I'm just a sad story case, with shit friends and shittier memories, but here I am, a teenager with no hobbies, who stays in pyjamas for weeks at a time and cries a lot. I felt bad because I was just sort of there, here, in existence. The opinions surrounding me liked to hammer into my skull, and they bothered me more than any form of guilt or unhappiness. I just didn't like myself or my existence, this pathetic excuse for a 16 years on earth. Everyone else was better, and I didn't even have an excuse for it.

I don't know how I finally got my shit together, but suddenly everything was happening and I woke up to reality. It bitchin' hurts, but not as much as it would've to stay inside any longer and skip meals because I was too busy trying to fix the image of Sebastian or Cameron. This whole, 'I'm not doing jack shit' complex was because I thought I had it. It is I myself who is responsible for making things happen in my own life, and my friends and family can only make my life hellish if I let them.

So I surrounded myself with better people and found music, books, places that I liked. I won't ever end up being a busy teenager, one that smokes behind the school and has a famous social media account and school-wide idolization, but I don't want to be part of that. I just want to like what I like without having to be so sad again.

Barely Bones, the summer of 2013, might've been as screwed up as I've ever been, but it provided relief and insight for a new mentality. I don't have to feel like shit because everyone around me is shit and is pressuring me into shit.

I'm not always happy (as I write this, it is 1:57 am and I have to be up at 8:45, and I'm feeling a bit dejected if I'm to be honest), but I'm certainly happier.

What I'm saying is, you need to do things to improve things. Do whatever the hell you want as long as you don't hurt yourself or others, and that's exactly what I did to pick up the pieces.

I've had it with everyone's bullshit, and my own as well, and I'm pretty sure that, if, you've read this far, you're sick of mine too, so I'll just leave it with this: You don't need to be sad, and thank you.

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Author's Note: Tuesday, June 24, 2014 at 12:45 a.m.

A little short of a year has passed since the completion of Barely Bones. As mentioned previously, 2013 was a huge low point for me. There was this boy who was partially responsible for this low, as stupid as that sounds. I let his indifference wreck me.

This year, we kissed and we're super close and all that magical, blissful shit.

Things always look up.