@Tara_isnt_cool
08/30/2007
I can't FOCUS on my JOB
Sometimes I get this weird feeling. When I look at the edges of my vison; when I'm working alone.
Get this shiver of paranoia- like I'm being stared at or something.
I'm sure it's nothing, but it doesn't feel like it sometimes.
Maybe it's just because Ruben said it (that jerk), but it's almost like Jess is still around. I guess that's wishful thinking or just-
the way the brain picks apart a shadow. But there can't be anything else could there?
@Tara_isnt_cool
09/24/2007
b i thinkk i need to go
parrty oveer i
wtf wTf WTF

@Jess-Undying
09/24/2007
[@_Angel_M] mk sure Tara isnt beign dumb
Hey!1!! u looked. lk death jst now u ok Ter-a [@Tara_isnt_cool]
i'd call you but new phone so yu idgorne my #

@Tara_isnt_cool
10/03/2007
hello WEIRDO
oKay, WHO has the log-in to the account @Jess-Undying
I need to you to PM me or something because whatever you're playing at isn't funny.
EMail me, drop a note on my blog, whatevER JUST freakin EXPLAIN yourself.
All you're doing is upsetting anyone who knew Jess.
I hope you grow a conscience.
@Tara_isnt_cool
10/11/2007
[@Jess-Undying]
You can't be this cruel. Like on a human level.
Stop posting updates like ur Jess. She didn't even type that bad.
I don't care what your motivation is.
log off
get therapy I don't care-
but if I ever find out who's doing this it's on sight.
@Jess_Undying
10/31/2007
[@Tara_isnt_cool]
is that any way to greet an old friend?
I get it. I wear the same face I always have, but I am someone you cannot accept is the person you once knew. There's a very animal feeling of dread about the change. Your eyes tell you it is me, but your logical mind and racing heart betray you. I am tired of existing in the spaces between ligament and bone. I am tired of being nothing, and clinging to the interstitial spaces. I am tired of dying quickly and slowly. It is not enough to inhabit a body, it is a matter of occupying. All living things grow. Even you. When the soul falls out what remains. When someone dies, but not fully, what remains. If you lose your cells every day to death, what replaces them. A shifting ship of theseus we all are. I am sorry you cannot pick apart the fibre of my being and accept them as they are. It is so tiring pulling it together over and over- this existance- but don't let my weary droning betray you. I see you. I see the empty space behind your eyes. I have a cure. I have the gift. I am your friend and I am here once more. Even if every cell between us has died and been replaced- here we both are together and on and on it goes.