Ingredients for a Star:

Who remembers who I am?

Absolute Brightness

Finally I managed to offer this: “I thought you liked it here?”

“I doooooooooo!” he howled. He lifed his head to wipe his nose on the pillowcase. Gross. “It’s not…” Another gasp for breath. “It’s not…” For a moment I thoguht he was saying it’s snot. “It’s not”—he motioned all around him with a gesture that was theatrical to the extreme—”here that’s the problem. It’s here!” And to make his point, he began pounding his head with his two clenched fists. “It’s my brain, my mind. It’s me!”

Poor kid. It was hard not to feel sorry for him. He’d been through so much and he wasn’t even fifteen.

Dear Calvin.

There’s a lot I’ve been meaning to tell you lately, and I feel like we haven’t talked in the longest time. A lot has changed, and I know that we might not exactly be the same person, so I decided to write this as a way to… reconnect.

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New Calvin is new.

Making new tumblr.