Document One

7:09 PM

It’s dark outside and my fat, brunette head is missing. The voice of Adam Young is filling my ears, creeping around my brain’s shape.

This picnic will soon depart.

I read “Wintergirls” by Laurie Halse Anderson minutes ago. I’m sitting in front of an old laptop. Trend Micro Internet Security has expired. I’m lazy.

7:14 PM

I just replayed “Dreams Don’t Turn to Dust” seconds ago. A lot of things are on my mind.

I don’t wanna leave without you.

My emotions are neutral. I love the sound synthesizers make. I adore fanfiction.net. I want to fly. Music understands air.

7:17 PM

I’m listening to Lights’ “The Listening”. I’m on Facebook and Tumblr. A friend named Abigail has sent me a message. Ooh.

I need to convey.

I’m nervous. About classes. It sucks.

7:19 PM

Can I let the sky feel what’s missing, yeah?

I’m thinking about way too skinny girls. I wish I could hug them. I’m looking at my insufferable brother’s orange backpack.

7:20 PM

Now Playing: “Quiet” by Lights.

This song oddly tells me a story. It’s a story about a king who is also a very intelligent scientist. He can’t find the perfect wife so he invented a robot which he put in the position. He doesn’t know that she actually does have a soul and loves him. She is quiet. She is still but she sometimes gets crazy. Robot crazy. Love.

7:23 PM

“Reblog if you think every girl deserves to be told she’s beautiful.”

NP: “Face Up” by Lights. I love this song.

The sun is always gonna rise up. You need to get up.

Copy Paste. Copy Paste. It’s easy.

7:25 PM

Gotta keep your head up.

“Wintergirls” by Laurie Halse Anderson is inspiring. I highly recommend it. Lia. Cassie.

7:27 PM

Still listening to music. I love music. But I suck at it at school. Crap.

I saw a bear in the den.

The curtains are orange and yellow and sunshine. Typing feels like concrete. Lovely.

The TV is always on. That’s how I see it. I think of glasz eyes.

7:30 PM

Cuz I don’t feel dead anymore.

Bears are cute, aren’t they? I’m not typing down about Justin Bieber. I’m not.

Buffet.

7:32 PM

Downy feathers kiss your face and flutter everywhere.

Owl City songs relate to me so much.

The wildfires look so pretty.

I want to roll down a green hill. You do, too, right?

They’ll freeze and burn where fire and ice collide.

If we dissolve without a trace, will the real world even care?

My dad just asked me question.

7:35 PM

Let’s dance in the moonlight.