Monologue: The Crash

They did everything right, right down to holding the door and making sure I was warm. Everything was just right, and I guess I blew it.

Maybe it was my lack of articulation in your language, maybe it was my dorkyness. Maybe it was the kiss...

...But at that moment, I knew you wouldn't call back. 

I heard it. I heard the collision and that's when I knew, I knew it was already over.

'Morning

the cold from the window sill creeps in and sits comfortably on my lap
the cars are entering through my window
the sounds of night are saying hello
They are my friend.
And they are haunting me.
They fit so perfectly but are taunting me.
Their existence is more infinite than mine.
They are no lullaby but they are sweet.

Nap Time

What's under the blankie?

Dexter! <3

He loves napping on me.

FreeWrite: Tweet

I'm on the twitter now. In case you want to follow me here is my username:
annieyayaa

-ChesterYaYa

Free Write: I Have Mold

Today I moved my bed and found mold. There was water too. I don't drink water.
SO I'm pretty paranoid for some reason. I have staring contests with the mold. I yell at it and blame it for stuff. I feel stupid but whatever.
Like seriously, where the hell did it come from?!?! I want to know!!!!
Stupid mold, ruined my day.

-ChesterYaYa

the boy and the cloud

and so the boy poked the cloud
he hoped it would move.
he jammed his finger into the cloud but nothing occurred.
even after he jammed his whole hand into the cloud
it did not move.
so he left.
after a day or two he returned.
the cloud had moved.
it was farther but it still was the same size.
he poked it again.
he continued poking it for hours.
then..POP
it shattered
but first there was rain
then there were flowers
sad, droopy flowers.
he didn't poke them,
he found another cloud and poked that instead.
every time, his finger was engulfed by a beautiful  crystallized cloud for seconds
 but it would be poked and jammed for days
poor little cloud
No one heard it scream.

Free Write: Uhoh

So I basically took five classes. Today I found out I failed two. Both were needed for my major and for my school requirements. Oh and one of them I was re-taking.
Woopsies.

-ChesterYaYa

Day Two

This is not good. All the signs are coming back. How could I let this happen again. I can sleep all day. I don't eat. I don't even get up to go to the bathroom. I just lay here and dream. I scream when it's scary. I hurt myself whenI'm hurting someone else.
It's all back. This isn't good.

-ChesterYaYa

Psuedo Convos

Me: Shit I need something for ***. Got any idea what he wants/needs?

BamBam: To get laid. Hahahaha. Idk honestly.

Me: I am not fucking ***.

BamBam: I didnt say you needed to. Is that my present? :D You can fuck me if you want. Hahaha.

Me: -_- That is so going on my blog. jjajajaja

BamBam: Hahahaha. Its funny bc you know im only partially kidding.

Free Write:Asadakjdshkjh

I am so nervous. I feel like I'm going to vomit. In exactly an hour I should be seated in my O-Chem class waiting for the moderators to hand me my final exam so I can fail. I am not ready. I am freaking out. I was doing so well in studying but even then, I could not catch up. I choose my health, once again over my studies, and that choice is going to bite me firmly in the ass. Half of me is tempted to just skip the final and stay here and read House of Leaves. But I won't. I'm marching in there. Doing as many problems as I can and BSing the rest. I am so nervous. I want to do good, just adequate but I'm going to do worse than adequate. Oh well. I'm just nervous. If I study any more about nomenclature and isomers I swear I am going to vomit. Reading is just making me feel worse.

"Oh I hope some miracle happens," says the dying atheist.

-ChesterYaYa