I swear. A/N: This fucking collection is so embarrassing. OMG.

They lay at your feet waiting to be picked up. Since I cant seem to find the words to say, I'll put them in this pillow book instead. My thoughts, feelings, everything I have ever felt about anything rest quietly in this story. Solve the puzzle if you can

I have to write it somewhere, 'cause it's not going away, and it doesn't fit inside my head anymore. A pillowbook.

WASTE. NO / SHUT UP SHUT UP

A collections of simple exercises in which I write down where my thoughts are at any point in time.

she likes coffee, in a thermos, in the middle of summer.

This has been my life: things I noticed, things I learned, things I wished that I could be.

radio static and runaway lovers never sounded so good. -vignettes/prose-

sing me anything. pillow book.

It's Nannerpus! There is one person who will completely understand this. I was just thinking about them tonight...

I am a big fan of mangos, you know.

You can't fire me, God.

Summer can be pretty cool, too.

Just thinking.

hello, anorexia. goodbye, self.

This didn't really happen yet. It's just how I imagined it.

Puppets don't talk.

always falling prey to the cheetah boy

this is not an equation - nothing is constant.

it's all about physics

the vultures are feasting tonight. experimental

a modern romance, set to the beat of our hearts.

they want me to come home.

after the paramedics have left, and everyone's gone, you can't help but replay the final moments right before the crash.

you sure know how to pick'em.

can wax men get sunburned, i wonder.

when we meet in the street, you look away and pretend you don't know me. i'm too normal for you.

...what ink can really do.

he thinks he can fly.

she's picking me apart like a jigsaw puzzle, and rearranging me in a new picture.

gives me headaches.

schoolyard crush.

Formerly "You Don't Know Weirdness Until You've Met My Friends". A collection of funny things that people I know have said. M for language and oh so many sexual refrences & innuendos. CHAPTER THIRTEEN!

how dare you!

Just a little something I doodled up in Creative Writing... Enjoy!

hey, you've reached me. i'm not here right now because i'm busy destroying the world. leave a message after the beep.

Do you always do what signs say?

10:45pm quoth the clock.

a mass collection... that's pretty much it... The MacGregor appreciates reviews very much ;P so knock yourself out. Most Recent Addition: A Thought on Newness

full title: The Ramblings of a Teenage Analytical Deconstructing Mind: I'm Afraid of Virginia Woolf, and I'm Not Afraid to Show it. An essay written for senior AP English.

our sheets are all the same shade of yellow.

I need to take a chill pill.

This sonnet is for my grandfather who passed away earlier this week. RIP

Love is a question; “Can you love someone like me?” Love is a game; “Lets see who can fall first.” Love is a promise; “I will never leave you." The same rules apply to every other emotion. You say you cant feel but only because you’re afraid of letting go

Sam fell asleep when we were looking through her stories and I found this crumpled up. I didn’t change anything. I don’t know who this is about either. But it’s a great story.

like january, you leave me cold [breakup scenes in the corner cafe]

Adolescence is on the tip of my tongue and I'm dying to be miserable

[MM] First scene. Dissolve to second scene. [There will be no happy ending. In fact, there will be no endings at all.]

We write and when we stop, we go crazy. So I'll live and write about anything I can.

[MM] You had enchanted me with your pills, with your smiles and I couldn’t have recovered, not even if I had tried. We take drugs to forget. What happens when we want to remember? COMPLETE