At this point im the rung below them. I managed to get on pointe after only 6 months of doing ballet, I stuck it out when I didn’t get leads in plays, and took vocal lessons, and now I’m cast in a professional show, but I can’t seem to make any new friends. At school I’m the friend that doesn’t fit in the row on the sidewalk, so I just run behind everyone. My best friends don’t talk to me as much as they used to, and I’m ending up lost, manipulated, and manipulative. At this point I have nobody to hang out with on the weekends and I find myself being a lame loser. Why is this the only thing that I can’t do on my own. I manage everything else.
I’d like to give a shoutout to Molly’s husband for writing a wonderful play.
Geranium
Cranium
Poppy
Happy
Daisy
Pasty
Lily
Silly
I very much dislike the shade of blue between dawn and dusk. it makes me feel left out, as if the sun and the moon didn’t invite me to their b’nai mitzvah or quinceñera or sweet sixteen or whatever.
I feel like I’m venting again, and since it is that damn time of the evening or morning or whatever, I don’t know who to talk to. Sunday or Monday?
Blue-green grassy-hills
your hair is psychedelic
I’m stuck in between her bright blue eyes
pink skirt
pointe shoes
damaged toes
Your skin is so pale pink
Your eyes are so bright green
Your laugh is so sparkle
Well technically wandering around berkeley with my best friend/honorary sister, but I like to consider every day a new adventure. What could I ever possibly do without making a discovery?
cat-eye
deep-green
image-blur
pale-pink dream-eyes
blue-black broken-down
she didn’t listen to the people who told her that she wasn’t okay and her mother refused the treatments and lessons and classes and medications and she threw her mother a pity party and kept coloring outside of the lines
my name is lively and inexact
