This one time, I was like, trying to read your xanga, but I couldn't because the colors were blinding me. I'm sorry, that's just the way it was.

I'm rolling my eyes, because I just deleted a bunch of crap so you wouldn't have to read it: isn't that sweet of me? Oh...cute.

I used up all the words. I keep them all inside of me, in Mrs. Johnson's class. I keep them inside of me when Jordan isn't listening, and people interrupt. I keep the words inside when I walk down the halls with buddies who give me high fives. And I keep my words away from blue notebooks, when I feel like writing them down. They are still in my throat, and they won't come out, because they don't need to.