A heartbroken boy getting over his ex, who had been his best friend.

The sleep deprived washed up prodigy with a tendency to hacking.

A bipolar girl who lost everything when her boyfriend ended up in jail because of her.

The perfect, grade driven scholar with not enough time.

The girlfriend who fell in love too deeply and felt more than imaginable.

The misfit with too many scars you couldn’t see.

And the boy who never forgave.

Mix well, let simmer, and serve cold.

After all, so is revenge.

Two people,

Troubled minds,

Pierced hearts

They've been wounded before,

And returned, timidly wearing

The crimson ringed scars

No guarantee of what waits

Beyond an impatient future's horizon

Uncertain feelings, buried inside,

Rarely disclosed to one another

Fear of being harmed again,

But blind hope for a miracle, too

A disaster waiting to happen,

Perhaps

But,

A disaster full of love and beauty,

Also

Ingredients:

1 neutered male cat (not declawed)

1 denim covered bean bag chair

1 short-tempered roommate

365 sq ft of living space

Instructions:

1) Place roommate's bean bag chair in comfy position in sunlight

2) Toss cat lightly on chair, ensuring it stays

3) Repeat for three weeks or as needed for fur build up

4) Bring short-tempered roommate to low boil

5) Allow roommate to continually toss cat off chair in cartoonish fight for dominance

5) Wait for cat to retaliate by dousing chair liberally in natural cat juices

6) Continue trying to live with both cat and roommate afterwards

Mix 1 huge crush (for best results, use the hopeless kind) with a shy, anxious high school girl (preferably the not-comfortable-with-her-sexuality brand).

In a separate bowl, mix equal parts family pressure, homophobia, and stress. Make sure no to mix too heavily, as this will create self-esteem, which will ruin the whole dish. Mix 1 part homophobia with 2 parts parenting for an extra kick.

Add a super popular cheerleader to the bowl of crushes, with a sprinkling of doubt. Mix thoroughly.

In another bowl, add a growing movement, prom, and media attention to the mix.

Spread the girls thin across a baking sheet, until the mixture is so thin there are holes in it. Pour the bowl of issues on top, layering the contents of the mixture. Add the media attention bowl, making sure to put enough on that you can't see the girls anymore. Bake for months, until one finally has the courage to ask the other out.

Then watch the tears pour as you unveil your new dish in the middle of your high school prom!

Take three hard boiled eggheads

Add six bottles of JD

A loafer, bred locally

And a dash of spicy sauce.

Mix with sugar and enticing honey.

Then stir things up

With a hot dish

And watch it simmer.

Why did I ever think this was a good idea?

Why didn't I think twice before moving ahead?

Why did I think I'd get unconditional support?

Why didn't I calculate the risk of losing it all?

Why did I unearth things that should have been kept in the past?

Why didn't I realize that my actions were stupid?

Why did I not fathom that this was a recipe for disaster?

Toxic friends and so called friends, either or, they’ll always get you.

Dope dealers and drug users, they don’t care, they’ll screw you after.

Parties, raves and getting wasted, nothing but trouble in these places.

Drinking, drugging and getting high, this crazy life will make you die.

Getting blasted and feeling plastered, here’s your recipe for disaster.

Marry an egoistic man with an aggressive woman,

and let them have children.

Throw stressful situation one after another,

minus professional guidance.

Reckless decisions and outside loot,

brawls in and out.

Use children as punching bags,

with no one else to vent out at.

Far away from rational thoughts,

fear leads to superstition and communion.

Create monsters of innocent lads,

a right recipe for disaster.

-GD