#j.d writes

People hurt us or they vanish

And you're right, it really blows

But we let go, take a deep breath

Then go buy some summer clothes

We'll go camping, play some poker

And we'll eat some chili fries

Maybe prom night, maybe dancing

Freeze your brain

Swim in the ice

Get lost in the pain

Shut your eyes tight

'Til you vanish from sight

I’m not usually one for school social movements of any type, but, sign this petition to get Shelby Dunnstock’s prom cancelled.

We all know that high school proms are just a waste of resources and money that could be used for better things financially and not only that, threats have been made against the prom and it’s goers itself. Something about poisoning the punch or dropping a disco ball during the dance? Now aren’t those allegations to be taken seriously?

And yet, she still intends on throwing it anyway…

Is having the “best night of your young school life” really worth your own death and destruction? Is “living like it’s our last night” going to truly be fun when it could possibly be the last night of our entire lives? What about the price of better desks or club equipment? Shelby seems to think it is. Well, we can’t all peak in high school like you now can we, Shelby?

Sign here for the betterment of Westerberg and the safety of it’s student body:

I have returned from trying to mix an energy drink in with a Slurpee against the advisory of most other people, mainly Veronica. My curiosity to find that sweet frozen rush promised to me had gotten the better of me.

I have reached enlightenment and hell itself within the same minute.

The rush was utterly euphoric. I felt like an invincible god. Like I could do anything I put my mind to. The dark and uncaring world outside had suddenly became my new oyster for opportunity. (I suddenly understand the appeal of the stoner lifestyle I used to dismiss) The brain freeze was also truly spectacular, probably the best I’ve ever had. I’ve never felt so much pain yet so much exhilaration in my brain in my entire life.

Then, the sugar crash hits as I was warned it would and I’ve never longed for the sweet release of death itself so fast. I am writing to you from the floor. I should call someone or I should succumb to the crash and die. Whichever comes first…

In conclusion from my hypothesis: I strongly disagree with the warning. The pain was worth it.

Can't we be seventeen?

Is that so hard to do?

If you could let me in

Greetings and salutations,

I suppose you've likely come over here with the expectation to introduce yourself to me or for me to introduce myself to you in the pursuit of becoming friends. I would not advise expecting much of an introduction from me personally. I find introductions are superfluous fluff and an unworthwhile venture.

While I imagine it's not everyday for a town like Sherwood, Ohio to have a new kid from out of state I don't expect to stay here for too long. My dad's work keeps me busy and perpetually on the road these days. He owns a deconstruction company, you ever seen the commercial? "I'm Big Bud Dean, if it's in your way I'll make your day!" That's my old man, alright. The old semi-psychotic in all his toxic glory...

Didn't catch my name? I didn't throw it...

You won't need to know it though, trust me. I'll be out of here in six weeks and you won't remember me at all as I am unlikely to remember you either. I don't bother to remember the names and faces of people I meet as l've learned that everyone from state to state is equally as uninteresting and cruel as the last person. l've been through 10 high schools now and the only thing that ever seems to change at all is the coat of paint on top of it. Nobody stands out. Underneath it all everyone is the exact same just wearing different faces to mask their obvious cruelty and stupidity. I've grown numb to the prospect of human connection as the world and its people aren't really worth all that much if I'm being honest with you.

But, I'll end your suspense: Jason Dean, "J.D." for short.

Though don't expect to get too used to hearing from me still. I intend to keep my head down in a book and shatter my skull with brain freezes at the local 7-Eleven for the duration of my time in Sherwood, not interact with its student body or people like you. Take as much offense in that fact as you want. I don’t really care what you do with your life in that regard.

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I was alone,

I was a frozen lake.

But then you melted me awake

See, now I'm crying too…