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Risti Reynolds (christina__r) wrote,
@ 2003-06-20 08:37:00
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    Current mood: melancholy
    Current music:dear ella // dee dee bridgewater

    ::Looks out her window... at people passing, rushing on with their lives::

    and again, I am Risti, and I am invisable

    ::Goes over to her desk, loads a blank document and starts typing::

    I still don't know what the hell I'm doing here. I have Calista- yet I am lost. I'm just some other girl... no friends, no nothing- just sullen.

    ::Sighs to herself, blowing the bangs out of her face, closing her eyes, she begins to type again::

    All those years when I was back home with Momma... when it was just me and her and Wilson against the world. Before she got sick. Before I knew I had a "Dad" (and I use the phrase lightly) and a sister. When it was just me alone- because I had piano, or golf, or whatever. I knew it would be like this.

    That it would end up being me, just me, Ristigirl, against the world.

    ::wipes her eyes, having the sinking feeling that she'd be crying soon::

    And thats just how it is. Alone unto ones self, I am Ristigirl. And its me against the world.

    ::Risti closes the document, making sure to save it so she can upload it later. She goes over to the window, placing her hand flat against the cool glass::

    Come on Ristigirl... snap out of it

    ::She shakes her head, grabs her backpack, and rushes off to class::



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