She had these heart breaking kind of eyes and she was well aware. Walking through the crowd with a bounce in her step, she owns the room. A few drinks later and a taxi ride home with the girls, her phone rings. Her friend names the caller. At this point a little tipsy, her heart fills up with excitement, she runs to the phone. It’s him! Collecting herself, she answers. They small talk for a minute. She invites him over and without hesitation he accepts the invitation...

Cruel

I'm reading this book Jess gave me... "I don't want to talk about it" during the first chapter all I could think was why didn't someone give me this book previous to August 7, 2005... Maybe I'd still be a young single mom, but I definitely wouldn't be a young, divorced single mom!

My so called life... Starring me! Fabulous.

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Oh idle hands so sad and dreary

Unaccompanied heart weak and weary

Recklessly abandoned, feelings cultivated

Meagerly alive, sedated

Robotic self, eyes dead

With nothing left to be said

Silent arguments with each other

Seventeen-year-old mother

A Sea Change

From Shakespeare's The Tempest, 1610:

ARIEL [sings]:
Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell