I'm Not In Love. It's

Ever Notice How People Wait Until They're Not Going To See You Anymore To Say Something Nice To You?

Plagiarism Has Been Around Far Longer Than The Internet. In Fact, I Had A Poem Published In 'seventeen' Magazine When I Was 15 Years Old. About A Year Later I Was Informed That There Was A Girl Who Used That Same Poem To Win A Statewide Poetry Competition In Alabama. It Took Months For People To Put Together That This Had Happened.

Did You Know That The Average American Spends Six Months Of His Or Her Life Waiting For Red Lights To Turn Green? Six Months Wasted, Waiting For Permission To Move On. Think Of All The Other Stuff You Could Do With That Time.” I Was Totally Confused. “in The Car?” “in Your Life,” He Said.

Since I’ve Known You, You’ve Been Spinning And Spinning And Spinning Into All These Various Personas, And None Of This Self-exploration And Experimentation Has Given You A Sense Of Peace. I’ve Known You For Six Years, Intimately For Four, And I Still Have No Idea Who I’m In Love With.

What Are Your Thoughts?' 'my Thoughts?' I Replied, Before I Even Realized What I Was Saying. 'my Thoughts Created My World.' Mac Sat Up In His Seat. He Scrunched His Curls With His Hands, Perplexed. 'who Said That?' I Told Him The Truth. 'oh, Just Someone I Used To Know,' I Said, Stroking The Naked Skin On My Middle Finger.