contact. (stolen verbatim from mary)

[iphigenia]

Leave an anonymous comment. About me or not.

I don't care what you say. Say something. You better say something. My journal is lacking comments and I want comments, damnit.

Screening is off. Say something.

Secret, crush, confession, insult, praise, story, fear, anything.

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

This has been one of the most trying weeks of my life. I feel that if I can live through this moment, and the next, and the next, I might make it to Saturday. But I'm not sure anymore.

If Lisa wasn't strong enough, how are any of us?

I want to go back to Monday. I want to call her. Say goodbye. I want to tell her that I love her. Maybe it could have been different and I won't have to keep seeing her lying skinny and bruised on a floor. I won't have to keep picturing a sideways glance in her direction. A comment: "Lisa's sleeping!" A realization: "Lisa's not breathing."

They didn't really love her. If they did, she never would have needed the drugs.

Fuck Heroin. Fuck God. Fuck Addiction. Fuck Lisa. Fuck Me.

This wasn't supposed to happen to us.