• I found myself today, among crumbling stacks of imagination, and long since dried tears, still as salty as they were when they first fell from my own two tearducts. I must've been lost for years without realising it, because there standing beside my real self was Janet, my imaginary friend from back in fourth grade.

    We were laughing togeather, as if I'd never just woken up one morning and had somehow uncontously forgot her and everything about her. Janet's still so beautiful. She hasn't aged a second since the last time we'd weaved in and out of closets full of fairys and dolls that spoke just as well and clearly as she did.

    I found myself clear past that first awkward kiss with Billy Thompson. I never really felt anything about him back then in seventh grade, and I regreat it every time I pass him in the school halls nowadays. He must've felt enough of a burning spark for the both of us to still be chasing me around like I was some kind of thing to him after all these years, even though I've refused to say a sinlge word to him for the last two and a half.

    I found myself past the night my mother and I stopped talking to each other about our problems. Back in the time before everything we ever had togeather had fallen in to charred angry ashes. Back when she'd tell me she loved me every night, and I'd repeat the favor easily. Compleatly truthfull. I haven't heard anything like one of those once apon a time "I love you dear" 's since I was twelve years old. It's been forever in my crumbling mind.

    I found myself today. Yes, I found myself then ran away, and I know since I refuse to look back now and try to fix everything I've become, everything I am...

    I'll never be that girl again.