Phae9716

I found a cricket on the roadside, put it in a mason jar to show the world and called it by a first name. He died of loneliness shortly thereafter and i learned how wretched it is to be forsaken. When I was twelve, I watched a boy slit his wrists with a plastic spork at lunch, and though I laughed at the irony, all i kept thinking was "I really hope he washed his hands." He bled tears of scarlet red that looked just like tomato sauce, but I just stood there because it was the coolest thing I'd ever seen. The boy, he smelled of dirty laundry and cigarettes and sorrow and used to sit by the window until the bell, where he'd wa