Sorry im worthless.

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Pulls the ropes down.
Those red and blue support cables.
but the only support she has from them is the 2 foot thick concrete and the one feet thin flesh she pulled down with her.
still not enough.
still bones ache like a brain on hang over morning.
her eyes still blured. doesnt see who had her back when she fell - face up. 
flesh - crushed.
she won't look back when she recovers.
just get up, walk away and climb up into her dim corner without seeing the fool who tried to help her when she was down.
its too hazey to notice, and too dark to see
the blood stains on my back where the knife 'landed' after she fell.
off those ropes. 
the fall may not kill you,

but it killed me.

she sits with her hand on my back.
she asks "wheres my happy little girl whose been with me these past couple weeks"
I scream "I'm still the same person"
but she doesnt hear me.
she asks "dont you think you are just too hard on people" I know she thinks yes.
"I just dont like being dissapointed" I kept that in.
She continues, "You know, changing friends is just a part of being 16"
I'm 15.
"Im not upset because I don't hang out with people." I said to myself.
I could tell she didn't get what was going on.
" Well, you just need to find a group of people. you must initiate a friendship and make the first."
"No. That's not it. It's just."
deep breath.
"I just want one person I can trust."
I could feel my pulse on my pillow.
"You won't see another friend like her for probably a long time."
I nodded my head as a lone tear ran down my hot cheek.
She spoke as I half listened.
She said she had bed-wetting friends she had to look after. Like one who took Sunny Day.
"Sounded like Crystal Light OJ." I said silently.
"She hollucinated and thought she was an orange, so she locked herself in a cubbord to escape the people who were going to eat her."
Well there you go.

so please pass me the bottle. i think im lonely now.

METHOD TO MY MADNESS

The hazing allegedly occurred on at least two occasions about two weeks ago during breaks between the varsity and sophomore teams' morning and afternoon practice sessions, said Weinstein.

In the first incident, four varsity players allegedly instructed as many as 10 sophomores to do an "atomic sit-up," in which the upperclassmen cover the faces of the younger players and hold down their heads with T-shirts while they ordered them to strain to do the exercise, Weinstein said.

Some of the varsity players allegedly dropped their pants and straddled the blindfolded athletes. At that point, the other older players released the T-shirt restraints, causing the victims' heads to bounce against the players' buttocks, Weinstein said.