Basically

Basically

I don't think you exist anymore.

You used to send me pictures of limos and nice cars and beautiful people from beautiful places you got to go.

Telling me one day you'd bring me here, to experience it all.

It felt like a dream
And I'm starting to believe it was.

I remember you.
Before the cameras and traveling and beauty.

I guess you forgot about me. Again.

We used to talk on the phone for hours our conversations slowly turning from horses to music to modeling.

I always felt a little out of place when talking to you and I guess you finally felt it too.

Six months ago you disappeared without a trace.

Sometimes I let myself believe you are just waiting until the opportune moment to come back and enchant me with glimpses of the high life.

But then I remember how you disappeared.

And basically

Enzo

I don't think you exist anymore.

Bittersweet Symphony

I've decided I don't like knowing the ending to things ahead of time. It doesn't make anything more enjoyable, it only makes things more bittersweet. But I do think that that makes things all the more beautiful in time. Like Nelson told us, we are all going to die. It's inevitable. And yet, with that knowledge, as much we may not like it, we can make our lives mean something. We can be something, everything. And that to me is true beauty,

If you really knew me, you'd know that I contradict myself A LOT. In the middle of being a total pessimist about life, I will always point out the sunset or smile because of someone amazing.

If you really knew me, you'd know I love to sketch with charcoal, take photographs (see above picture), and write short stories.

If you really knew me, you'd know that I'm not as tough as everyone thinks I am. I've just spent my whole life hiding it. But thanks to this blog I am slowly becoming able to be more open about saying "I'm not okay right now. I will be, but right now I'm not."

If you really knew me, you'd know that my west highland terrier, Anchor, is one of the best things to ever happen to me. He has kept me alive in the year I've had him, and I wish he understood when I tell him that every night before bed.

If you really knew me, you'd know I'm deathly afraid of heights. Even just standing on buckets at work to reach a higher shelf freaks me out.

 If you really knew me, you'd know I love the smell of campfire. It clings to my hair and clothes and it just makes me smile!

If you really knew me you'd know I never wear any brand of shoes other than vans. It's like some unwritten rule I made for myself when I was younger. The funniest part about this though is that I usually have to buy kid sized shoes.

If you really knew me you'd know I'm torn between having a job in something culinary or something in English. Both are a passion I'm working on right now.

If you really knew me, you'd know that I write in cursive 100% of the time, unless otherwise forced by official documents or a cranky teacher.

If you really knew me you'd know I'm terrible at making decisions. Sometimes I know exactly what I want and you can't sway me from that choice, but most the time I just shrug my shoulders and wait for someone else to pick or until my last day to make it.

If you really knew me, you'd know that my favorite color is orange and I'm getting an orange kitchen aid for Christmas I like it that much.

If you really knew me, you'd know that I'm scared of love but am taking a chance right now that I'm hoping doesn't bite me in the ass.

If you really knew me, you'd know know that I swear a lot. More than I should. But 96.1230% of the time it's to help get a point across, especially in my writing.

If you really knew me, you'd know that I am turning 18 in 11 days and am scared out of my mind but can't wait.

If you really knew me, you'd know that I am barely 5'4 and have all really tall friends.

I guess you really know parts of me now, after I've shared many thoughts, feelings, and secrets on this blog. So, I guess all I have left is one thing to say:

Since you know me, it's time to know the real me.

I am Molly Savannah Thompson!

It's Scary

Losing your mind is scary.
You don't realize the pieces are gone until it's too late
and too many are missing.

I'm not exaggerating anymore.
Something is wrong but my voice just isn't loud enough for you.

I've stopped eating almost entirely
but the weight on my hips doesn't leave
so you don't notice.

Mom
You don't see my anymore because I don't want you
to have to see your daughter waste away.

Cameron
You didn't sign up to deal with this so I try to hide it
But you know something is wrong and make me smile anyways.

Teachers
I'm sorry I'm never there anymore
I really want to be and beat myself up even more every time I can't come

It's not as simple as
"Go to bed earlier"
"Move your alarm clock"
"Take a break" or
"Remember to breathe" anymore.

I'm slipping into the inferno.
It was just supposed to be a metaphor for a blog
not become my reality.

Commemorate Me

I remember the last day I worked two jobs, and how amazing it felt to finally be finished. I had finally saved enough money after 4 months of 13 hour days to buy myself a car.

I remember the day when I was finally tall enough to climb the biggest tree in my backyard and I felt like I was on top of the world with the sun on my face and the breeze ruffling my hair.

I remember the way she used to make fun of me, whispering secrets to her new friends and pointing fingers out of the windows of her house when all I wanted to do was play with her younger brother because she always ignored him.

I remember the way your family took me in like one of their own when I didn't have one at home. We became so close that I was there almost every day after school, helping make dinners and finish the chores.

I remember the way my heart caved in when I learned I had been cheated on.

I remember the first time you called me after midnight and while we talked about nothing my heart felt everything and I could tell I was falling for you. But you couldn't and never will be mine.

I remember hitting my arm on the wall of that boring old classroom and the first time I really saw you was when you quickly glanced up to ask if I was okay.

I remember the day that you told me you were going to get a divorce. I was 12 and I told you "I knew it." I will never forget the way your face looked when I said it, all fallen and sad.

I remember singing Where Are You Christmas and the words finally made sense because my life was fracturing faster then I could tape it back together. I was too young for it to make sense, I should have still been believing in Santa.

I remember the way your voice sounded when I called you back to ask why and you asked me if I was okay. The only time I stopped crying for the next couple of weeks was when I slept but even then you haunted my dreams.

I remember wanting to burn the hat and break the soda bottles.

I remember talking again but it never felt the same because everything was tainted now.

I remember the way I used to lay in the cool grass of the small hill in my old backyard and doze off in the warm sunlight because nobody was  home but me and I didn't have a care in the world.

I remember the first fight I saw between you and your parents and holding you on the couch after until your chest finally stopped hiccuping and your cheeks dried.

I remember the way everyone reacted when they found out you had gotten the person who had a very complicated relationship with exercise to hike.

I remember the way everyone ignored me when I moved, even though we still go to the same school and I see them every day. They were all too caught up in the pretty new girl who had just moved in.

I remember when I first got my puppy, he has been my best friend and kept me alive since then.

I remember how crystal blue the ocean was as I looked out over the warm sand, happy that for just a week all my cares were carried away by the sweet Mexican breeze.

I remember being up to my elbows in homemade coleslaw but not caring in the slightest because I was surrounded by people who were there to support me and make me smile.

I remember playing endless rounds of pool because I didn't mind losing to you.

I remember that my first kiss in the rain was with you and I loved the way your skin felt speckled with raindrops.

I remember when I dreaded getting up every morning. Now with your help and everyone's smiles I can get up every day and face what is to come and I can't thank you enough.

Black as the Heart

I like this

new found

form

of expression.

Infections

Another infection.

Another day of school I missed.

At least I have a physical excuse this time.

Because an infection of the mind

Is not as condemnable

As an infection of the body.

Teachers

This was the song that was playing as I walked out of my 11th grade English teachers class for the last time. I had just thanked him for all he had done, not just teaching English, but for being there when I needed someone. The accepting nods when I looked to him with tear filled eyes as I headed towards the door, the talk I will never forget about what he called "The Too Damn Bad Box", and his always understanding smile when he knew my mind was other places and simply couldn't be there in class that day. I'm not sure why but this song has always stuck with me, and I'm very grateful for it.

I don't know what it is about the English teachers I've had at Lone Peak, but there is something different about them. They have always just... cared. Even when I thought I knew with absolute certainty that I was going unnoticed and uncared for every day. All I had to do was reach out, grasp at the air with my last hope and they caught me just before I fell. So, really, I guess this is just a thank you. Because I wouldn't have made it this far without them and everything they try to do. I hear that teachers are always looking for that "one student they got through to". Well, I'm one student, and you not only got through to me, but you helped me keep it together. I'm not much, especially when I know yoiu impact and change hundreds of students lives. But I want to say thank you. Because without teachers like you, our world would be truly lost.

"One looks back with appreciation to the brilliant teachers, but with gratitude to those who touched our human feelings. The curriculum is so much necessary raw material, but warmth is the vital element for the growing plant and for the soul of the child." -Carl Jung