INCRDIBLY BORING AND BAD IDEA THAT TOOK ME LONGER THAN 10 MINS :(

6 November 1995
6:65 pm
Awooooo! shouted some boys to a materializing full moon.
AAWWOOOO!!! they screamed, puffing their chests out and squirming in a struggled, drunken earthwormlike manner.the younger one then ripped open his thin shirt, pretending to transform into some hairy monster,an image regurgitated on as many comic books as this young world can remember.

6:65 pm
Again, i stand before the mirror
I check the time, it is just right
there are drunks on the pavement, they shouldn't be mocking her.
I can tell she's annoyed, she's lucid, pondering...waiting.

6:66
i refuse her no longer, i raise the scalpel to my left eye.I take one last look at her beautiful smooth complexion.I can see her starting to solidify, smirking, anticipating satisfaction.
Soon, i tell her,we will be together.

6 June 1992
well what can i say? I'm turning 16 soon and really nothing much has happened in my life.This day hasn't changed anything. I'm still friendless and I've never kissed a boy, to say the truth i don't even know much about reproduction.I'm tired of being ignored, of never having a boy stop and look at me on the stairs. they still call me the space freak - the one who's obsessed about the stars, the planets, the moon.
When will i ever be freed from this!?

6 November 1992
I've made a discovery. The moon is speaking to me, she sais if i give her "just a teensy bit" of my "lush red blood" she would in-turn grant me a wish. So i did.I wished i could be popular in school, then i pricked my finger and thrust the blood out the window, in her direction. Immediately she comes forth and catches it on her tongue.Guess what? the next day i get invited to the girls basketball team
i get to sit with Jessica Baker at lunch and Kenny Wroblewski takes me home, onto my doorstep! But the moon's translucent, she isnt as strong, as solid as the last night.
i rip open my wound and i slice across my finger, then i thank her and i go to sleep.
Suddenly she is as radiant as the morning sun.

6 November 1993
Everyday i thrust a bit of blood at The moon. ive become accustomed to cutting my index finger, on which i wear a large metal ring t cover up a collage of scars. i don't want anybody to think i'm suicidal but the moon seems to be growing, like a child. she needs to eat more, so i prick and i cut every other part of my body that is off limits to the public.

6 November 1994
She wants more and more. i cannot resist giving her more and more. She is the diamond of the Queen's royal jewels, shining brighter and brighter, she is the true mother to me. I would give anything for her.That is why on my seventeenth birthday, i give my mother my ear.
so that she may hear me on my time on earth.

5 November 1995
it's tommorrow.it's been 3 years, my body is covered in scars, a couple of toes are missing, and my left ear. The woman who lives downstairs keeps wanting to bring me to a "shrink" for help but i tell the worried lady that i am fine and that my mother is here with me. She seems to have gone mad,everyday she screams and shakes me around claiming that she is my mother. i guess that's what comes with old age.
It's tommorrow. tommorrow i will finnally join my mother in the land i've always dreamed of, surrounded by stars, ruled by her. But first i have to give up sunlight and learn to live in total darkness just like her. I am scared. but for her, i will do anything.

6 November 1995
6:59 pm
The emergency room
"Another one just came in, looks like this one tried to take her left eye out with a scalpel.we've conducted a body check up and he whole body's covered up in scars. we need anesthetics. she's asking for her mother but she keeps denying the curly haired woman is of any relation and keeps asking if she is up above yet. It's like those other cases on full moon, i guess it just drives us crazy."