You will always have one person who intrigues you beyond madness. I wasn’t intrigued because all the boys [and girls] were engrossed by her, or because she was the first person at our school who was brave enough to wear her makeup a certain way, or because she decided on being a theatre major before kids even knew that was possible. I was fascinated because she didn’t care, when everyone else did. Because she fucked with your mind, then looked right through you, and in your utter confusion, she was fucking with the mind of another person behind you. She’ll scrape her elbows, and let the blood drip down her arms and refuse to dress her wounds.

I forgot I sat next to her in chemistry 10 years ago, until I saw this floating around a friend’s photo album. She’s still giving people the same tongue. She wouldn’t give a single fuck about me even if she knew I wrote this all these years later; and that is exactly what I like, that she doesn’t know me, and that I completely forgot her name along with her existence.