real talk:

My name is still Addison.
And if you knew me, you'd know I prefer it to the shortened version, but I don't care
because that sounds more sensible on the tongues of teachers & churchgoers.

You'd know I've only kissed 12 boys
and Tanner Alder doesn't count because it was illegal.
And subsequently brief.
And I don't know if we actually kissed, but the student body says we did.

We didn't.


You'd know to keep ketchup away from me.
You'd know why I still flinch at big dogs and wear socks in the summer.

You'd know how much I hate the sighs that come when I ask for a size 00
and no, that second 0 was not an accident,
it's just karma
but I'm not allowed to feel sorry for myself.

They've tried to keep the skinny girls quiet because they don't want people to look like them.

And all this time, they smile at the stocky faces who love their bodies,
while trying to convince the girls with pine legs that 
they were never the definition of beauty.

You'd know that I slept on the football field and wore McKay Chidester's football sweatshirt 
and you'd assume I fetus-crawled into it because it was still too cold.

You'd assume I climbed the goal post, too.
Because I like that sort of stuff.


I tried.

But it was 6:13am and my friends aren't tall.

If you knew me, you'd know how much I cried when he waved goodbye from the porch steps
You'd laugh at my watery nose even though it's not funny.

You would know I hate camping
because nature doesn't cure insomnia, it just heightens paranoia.
And I'm not addicted to anything but sweatshirts
and that hideous blazing heat from the inside of the car after church.


You'd know why I don't turn the A/C on.

And you'd understand why I'm so afraid to travel the country with you this summer.

You would know why the Christmas lights hang around the doorframe of the bathroom,
why I selfishly shower twice a day
why I never volunteer to drive.

You'd know why they stopped asking me to drive, too.

And it wasn't for my sake.


You'd know why I spent those weeks in Belize 
(and it wasn't for the water weight)
And how insecure I really am about the veins in my arms
and Lisa tells me I'm not allowed to be insecure
but who isn't?

You'd know that Lisa is my mother who I haven't publicly called 'mother' since I was 13.
only because everyone says 'mother', 
not because I don't love mine.

I do.


You would know how much I regret kissing the November boy,
how I would've done anything to help December 13 but never did.
You would know how much my subconscious kicks me
until I turn off my humanity
as if there was a switch.

You would know how much I love crying.
How I love the release.

You'd know to feed me wisdom and clever ideas and remind me of all the uplift-able things.

and you'd know how much I don't want you to read that, but I give up.


You'd know how easily I give up.

You'd know the medicated side of me
with thrice the patience and an eighth of the tears.

You'd know how stressed out I get playing tennis.

How my brain is on the brink of hyper-analytical chaos and it's a deep pool
that few are willing to dive into.

I don't mind anymore, though.

If you knew me,
you'd know I loved my lint roller more than the laptop they gave me for Christmas.

You'd know my battery loves the red zone,
my bedroom loves the space heater,
and my bookshelf is breaking because of overexertion.
(I THOUGHT BOOKS SOLVED PROBLEMS)


You'd know how much anxiety I have in compliments.
It keeps me from the podiums and I'm too afraid to take all your nice words
but it's not because I'm trying to flirt with confidence.

The words slush apart like wet paper and I forget what reaction feels like.

But I don't think like that, I promise.

I was cursed with an incessant love of everyone.

If you knew me, though, you'd know that I figured out how to un-love people.


You'd know I still love Harry Potter and bath time
and I've shaved my legs since fifth grade, but never mastered the knees
but I inhale the scent of pine trees
and never do Zoology homework.

But you'd be okay with that,
if you knew me.

14 comments:

  1. "You'd know that I slept on the football field and wore McKay Chidester's football sweatshirt." Haha I know him.

    Plus, this helped. I want to write mine like this.

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  2. because nature doesn't cure insomnia, it just heightens paranoia.

    IF THIS IS NOT THE GOSHDARNED TRUEST THING

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  3. the whole thing was my favorite but my favorite part of my favorite #realtalk post would have to be the last part especially the last two lines. also I am supposed to be doing my biology homework right now but I am here. Also I freaked out at the picture of you holding those Series of Unforunate Events books because I feel like no one has read them except for me and so if you have read them I love you and if you haven't I'll get over it. Also remember being on the same soccer team? And how I thought your actual name was Dory? ok I'm being annoying I JUST CAME HERE TO SAY GOOD JOB AND IT TURNED INTO A MESS SO GOOD JOB OKAY?!?! Also LOL at tanner alder

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    1. of course I remember soccer and Dory and Kenzie Petereson was Scratch and I hated Addi Black because her real name was 'Madison' and I always just thought "go by your fetching real name" but gosh, your comment is the only thing giving me life right now so thanks.

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  4. Though our paths haven't , and probably never will, cross, I will always think I've known you. And I'm ok with that.

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    1. I feel the same way. And we were in the same classroom for a semester.

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  5. It's really hard to shave your knees. I always cut myself on accident.

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  6. Keep the ketchup away

    Also this

    The words slush apart like wet paper and I forget what reaction feels like.

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  7. Fact: More than once I have found myself wishing I had repeated a year just to graduate with you and everyone who has written blogs this year instead of who I graduated with just so I could have actually known you.
    Whoops.
    Another fact: I love your writing and ask that you never stop.

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  9. Dear Addison,

    I'm going to miss you.

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  10. "You would know how much I regret kissing the November boy,
    how I would've done anything to help December 13 but never did."

    love that line

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  11. This took me everywhere. You're the greatest of the greats. Thank you.

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