WatchfulGlory

 “Hey...Wake up!” Someone is poking my ass. Not only is this uncomfortable but extremely inappropriate. “wake up!” Now the poking has gone to my back. I have a feeling that whoever is doing this really wants to find a spot where I am ticklish. They will be disappointed to find that I am in no way at all susceptible to such ridiculous games. The person has apparently given up, so now they opt for pushing me off the bed completely. I fall to the ground with a loud thud and it hurts like hell. “Ow! What the fucking hell Amy, are you insane?” I groan and roll over. My eyes are still closed and I really wanted to ke

 I come home from another long pointless day of classes and close the door behind me. Throwing my keys on the desk, I sit down and put my head in my hands. “You’re always so cheerful,” I hear from my bed. “GAHH!” I jump up, knocking over my chair. “Who the hell - ?” Suddenly I have a terrible image of Satan coming to make a bargain with me. Too bad I don’t believe in the devil.        “Relax, it’s just me,” Amy says, crossing and uncrossing her legs on the edge of my bed. “I fixed your little statue thing.” She holds up the newly glued figurine in the palm of her hand. Just

      I start my car and sit in the student parking lot for a few minutes, wondering if I should be making the trip today, considering how cloudy the sky is. Then again, the sky is always cloudy here, and if I were to never go anywhere due to pending rain, I may as well lock myself in my shitty little dorm room with my anorexic roommate. Fuck it. I drive out of the parking lot and eventually enter the highway. Where I want to go is about an hour away. Without traffic.       I try not to drive this piece of shit too much. I hate cars, planes, trains, buses, and anything else that insists on poisoning my air. That, and there’s the other

I am staring at myself in the full length mirror mounted on my wardrobe. The University has decided to give us one, just in case we forget what we look like. Amy had said "dress sexy", whatever the hell that means, so here I am attempting the impossible. It's clearly not working. A little black dress is inane and pointless by all means. There is no protection from the elements, and its entire purpose is to show off a woman's legs. My legs are simply not worth seeing. Whatever. It'll do. I pull up some black stockings to match the black dress, probably the only pair I own. I can't believe I'm doing this. I only dress up like this for funeral

 Ten Days - The Second Day "…But when I called Bobby he told me he didn't know if he'd have time to go to the gym! Then Sheila called me and told me he was totally lying 'cause he already went to the gym three hours ago! He just doesn't want to work out with me because he says I take it 'too seriously', so I told her to tell him to kiss my giant whale ass! And then…" ...Why is she still talking? "...I went to the dining hall and ate two whole bowls of Raisin Bran Crunch! With whole milk! I'm so DISGUSTING!" My roommate flings herself onto her bed in a giant heap of destroyed self esteem. "I must agree," I say with no real inte

I can remember the exact moment that I realized I was going to kill myself. It was a normal day of class, really. I tumbled out of bed, disheveled, groggy and annoyed at the same old rain storm that my school seemed to be infamous for. I wandered into the girl's bathroom, sidestepping suspicious puddles of liquid and girls blow-drying their hair, and began to brush my teeth. It took all of my will power to not "accidentally" knock the blow dryer out of the girl's hand next to me and electrocute her with the water that filled the sink. As I continued getting rid of last nights bacteria, I caught a rare glimpse of my eyes. There was nothing in