So, I've decided to go back to gymnastics. It's been about two years since I've done anything, so I was suprised I still had most of my tumbling. I'm really sore now though, today. I didn't go back to the old gym yet, I went to a different one, to see an old coach. The girls over there are very snobby and aggravate me, but I guess I can deal with it. It's better than the people at the other gym who I want to strangle. I do want to go back and see Lewis, though. French is boring. I'm sleepy and hungry. -- ♥ X

Yes, they call her angel. Little angel, that's her name. Just look at the baby face of hers. Look at those big, sweet eyes of hers, they'd say. Look at how cute she is when she can't decide. Look at how pretty she is when she's being perfect. Look at how disgusting she is when she vomits. Look at how pathetic she is when she cries. Look at how miserable she is when she messes up. Again, might they add. And what do they expect of their angel? Why, only what you expect out of every angel. Perfection. But I think you've misunderstood, dear. Angel is a metaphor, not her actually identity. So why, oh why must you torture her with your confusion? Can't you see your uncertainty is harmful? That your dependability is fleeting? Can't you see that your mixing and matching is damaging her baby face? Oh, but it's okay, remember. She's an angel. She's a beautiful angel who sores above all else. But just tell me this, please, I so need the answer. Where has November gone? Where did last week go and was it the weekend again already? What happened to Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday? What happened to that chilly afternoon where we just watch the grey sky set? No more sun to kiss us goodnight. No, the sun is away now and we've only the frost to wrap ourselves in. But it's alright. It's all alright because we've an angel here to keep us on our toes. The angel with the world on her shoulders. The angel with so much more to offer than she could ever give. But what happens when that angel falls? When your calculations are incorrect, when your sun comes back and the inevitability of human nation settles in. What will you do then? Because you were so sure that you had an angel on your hands, but now you are so wrong. Yes, now you see where quick assumptions get you. Alone, that's where. Didn't you hear? Weren't you told? Well, of course you were. You just weren't listening. That's what happened to our angel. Jumping to all of those conclusions, assuming she could handle all that. Handle, yes, what else had she left to do? And look where it got your angel. Look where it go it your misconception. I hope you've learned a lesson here, children. Angels are not to be trusted.