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To: the writers of Bones. by just-another-day9, literature

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To: the writers of Bones.

This is me, ranting. I've just finished watching the season 6 finale, and while I was touched (several times and in numerous places) by the birth of Angela and Hodgins' baby, and the insane amount of love and sap that was oozing out of that pink room, I was severely disappointed by the big reveal at the end. Bones is pregnant with Booth's baby. This is the moment we've been waiting for. For a very long time. And the only thing they give us is a five second scene on a sidewalk, and a slow-growing smile. I wasn't even sure they'd had sex until she said the baby was his. I'm insulted that the writers didn't have the integrity to show us, let a

Roadkill by just-another-day9, literature

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Roadkill

He used that excuse. You know, that excuse, except he used more words: he didn't come right out and say "it's not you, it's me." Instead, Jake said that he didn't feel it was fair to me, that I deserved someone who could love me. Another thing he didn't say: I was way too crazy for him. I needed to find a person who could handle my insanity, my "quirks." Probably someone I wouldn't make feel nauseous during normal conversation. This was the way it usually ended. After two or three months—six if I was lucky. No guy would stick around long enough to dig past all the things that scared him off. Two years ago, Tom Fletcher actually came ri

Intercostal Space by just-another-day9, literature

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Intercostal Space

Todd was such a slob. He worked at a bar full time and for some reason, he didn't see the need to keep up with shaving or showering. He just sprayed on more of his cheap men's cologne to cover up the old beer smell thinking no one would notice. People noticed. As I stood above him, my shadow covering most of his face, I thought about Jen, Allison, Cecile, Shane. Those at least, were the ones I had found out about. I could see it perfectly. I knew exactly how it would happen, what it would feel like when I lodged this kitchen knife in its chest, somewhere in the space between the fourth and fifth ribs on his left side. Todd had always talked

a dream by just-another-day9, literature

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a dream

I'm hiding in an abandoned elementary school in the middle of Iowa, in the broom closet of room 305. In front of me is the teacher's desk, and through the small space I've left myself between the door and the wall, I can see a dozen overturned students' desks, each with an old nametag taped above the pencil well. Olivia, Natalie, Oliver. They're probably all dead. There are shouting voices somewhere on the first or second floor; voices I know are attached to men with guns of all sizes and various booming sounds. I've heard more than a few go off since I took shelter in this school. I listen as the voices move up to the third floor, and grow

Memory: 1 by just-another-day9, literature

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Memory: 1

I jumped awake when I heard the crash of the window shattering downstairs. As quietly as I could, I rushed past the clock, noticing but not caring that it read 3:17AM, and moved across the hall into Oliver's room. I shook his shoulder to wake him gently. "Oli," The panic in my voice was poorly hidden and Oliver was immediately wide awake. "They're here for me-they're downstairs." His eyes went wide with fear and his eyes began to spill over with tears. He knew all too well what was happening. "Shane, n-no. Th-they c-c-can't-y-y-you c-can't g-go!" He cried. He was shaking from head to toe as his stutter came back, like it was only just yest

The Downward Spiral -3- by just-another-day9, literature

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The Downward Spiral -3-

3. Smash me. There's a graduation party tonight that my mother is making me go to. She says I'll enjoy myself and that "a little social interaction won't kill you, you know." I know she's right, and I'm really not in the mood to fight with her again, so I agree to go. I tell her I'll walk there myself so she doesn't have to drive. Really, I'd rather have the time to change my mind before I get there. I have to assure her multiple times that I really am going before she'll let me leave the house. She tells me to have a good time, but not too much fun, and to be back by midnight. The party is being thrown by Jillian Spencer, some super-popul

The Downward Spiral -2- by just-another-day9, literature

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The Downward Spiral -2-

2. Hate me. The church bells across the street begin to ring, meaning it's now eight at night. I'm sitting here beside a small gray stone with your name on it, right where I've been every day for the past three months. I don't usually stay long anymore, but on days like today, when I feel especially down, I sit here for hours. I don't do much when I'm here. Lately I just remember things. Like when you and your family moved in across the street from me when we were five and we made a club house beneath your back stairs. I remember the time you went on your first ever date with Bobby Fisher and then snuck in through my window afterwards to t

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To: the writers of Bones. by just-another-day9, literature

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Intercostal Space

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I like one-liners.

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Maynard James Keenan

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just-another-day9

Apr 28, 2011

things I'm tired of.

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I've been seriously considering going to visit my friend in Scotland and simply not coming back. I'm really tired of everything here. I'm tired of the weather, I'm tired of the fucking coastal wind, I'm tired of all the people I know knowing each other, I'm tired of seeing their influence in places they shouldn't be. I'm tired of pretentious people. I'm tired of who I am here. the way I act around people, the way they react to me, I'm tired of being called a lesbian every night at work. it's fucking old. I'm tired of hearing people's opinion of what heaven looks like. I'm tired of feeling like I want to cry for no reason at all. I

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just-another-day9

Nov 4, 2010

The devil has my ear today,

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I'm tired of feeling so self-conscious and loathing. I'm sick of thinking about myself and how I seem to others. The way I walk, the way my voice sounds, the way I look and the expressions on my face.  The makeup I'm wearing. I don't want to be in their heads, looking at me, I want to be in my own, looking at them. I need to tell myself that whatever I do, it's valid, and it's fucking okay. I shouldn't have to make excuses for my thoughts or my actions. I should be able to just do them. Just say something. just, fucking, say. something. Sometimes I'm too afraid to move. I'm so anxious all the time, so worried and so tense, my hands sweat

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just-another-day9

Jun 25, 2010

My mind.

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I need it to go away. To take a break from the constant thinking and worrying, and just...go blank. Just for a day or so. This anxiety is getting really ridiculous. I'm exhausted.