From The Archives of Julia Claire Wallace

more notebook covers, 1999-2002

2009-06-17T16:38:00.000-07:00

Letter to God about Death- 1999 age 14

2009-06-17T14:46:00.000-07:00

God,

Have I let our closeness drift? Is that why I feel so alone?

Then every night shall I speak to you! God, I miss you! But the love for you still bubbles up within my soul! How I long to forever be in your awesome presence forever worshipping you. Oh the joy that inspires me when I think of that blessed day when my work on earth is complete! I can hardly contain my excitement. My soul anticipates....

But until that sweet sweet day I will work hard to overcome the temptations of my flesh, the horrid desires that my sinfulness yearns for. But I will overcome these obstacles

for you,

Oh my God,

are what I live for.

Amen

Notebook Covers

2009-06-17T00:06:00.000-07:00

unpublished blog post / love letter 2/25/08

2009-06-16T23:41:00.000-07:00

i love you i love you i love you

i hate you

i love you

when i forget about me

you have six foot needles protruding from your body baby

and i am holding you close

but there is beauty in pain

there is beauty in pain

and beauty is what i want

the overlap of self mutilation

and masturbation

is where i dance.

i bleed and i cum

i bleed i bleed

and i cum

darling

i miss you

it hurts

darling i love your absence

it makes me feel alive

darling i hate your presence

it reminds me that youre not fucking me

its so much

easier

to love the dead

its so so much easier to

love the dead

its so much easier

to paint the dead

my darling my darling

i cant decide if i should let

you

die

because

its so much

easier.

than

trying

to revive you.

energy and desire

is what

i need

to make

you breathe,

you don't want to breathe

you beg for the dullness of death

i want to love the dead

but i want

you to

live

i want you to live

i want you to breathe

darling

darlinggggg

i want you to breathe

into

from me

lets share breath

Love Poem to M.B., 2000, age 16, ninth grade

2009-06-16T23:23:00.000-07:00

he likes mozart

and cherry slurpees

and he'll never love me

he loves rainy days

and butterscotch sundaes

and i'll never make him smile

he faded so far away

I held him so close for merely a day

and now he holds me forever

He prays towards the star

he plays guitar

but he'll never play to me

he writes poetry

and is so funny

but I'll never make him laugh

Letter to God about Boys, 1999, age 14

2009-06-16T21:37:00.000-07:00

Dear Jesus,

Hey Wassup? I just felt like sending you a letter like this
Well my life has been kinda depressing lately. I hope no one else reads this because I want this to be for your eyes only. I am so sad because everywhere I look it seems like there are guys and girls together
I feel like no guy would really like me in that way
I really want a guy to love me
I really want someone to accept me and listen to what I say and not judge me.
God, I know you should fill that hole but I still feel like this. Guys keep giving me less attention than before.
In fourth grade lots of boys liked me but I guess their hormones took over if you get my drift.
Well I don't know any guys who would possibly fulfill this anyway. I want someone who knows you too. I have yet to discover
a guy who has met you like I have who would even tell anybody atleast.
But I trust you will send me someone perfect when the time comes if it does.
God, its really great that I found you. Its so wonderful. Its such a relief.
God I've heard about Joeseph's homelife and well I ask that you comfort him in that situation
Lord you are a miracle worker and if its your will,
I ask that you just really work in that situation because I can tell he really wants to find you and I ask that you just reveal yourself
to him and use me if I can be of service and God I sensed that on tuesday B was trying to change
O God that would be so fabulous!
And God I dont know but N is a lost case with us humans but nothings impossible with you
and you are really super!
<3,
Julia

Drawings of Women, (2000-01, 9th-10th grade, age 15-16)

2009-06-16T20:03:00.000-07:00

Letter to the bitch who fucked my boyfriend and sucked his cock while I was at home waiting for him to come home. 4-14-09 age 24

2009-06-15T17:35:00.000-07:00

Dear Bitch who fucked my boyfriend
and sucked his cock
while I was at home waiting
for him to come home,

I am going to write you one more time, but this time instead of focusing on how much I am
disgusted by the thought of you and how I have this desire to fuck with you,
Instead I am going to find some goodness, rise above, tune into the truth of the universe,
tune into your humanity.
Okay.
Deep breath.
Another deep breath.
The truth is, I wanted freedom, I wanted him to leave me, so I could have my life back
for some reason I couldn't have them both at the same time. I feel dissappointed that he
ended it before I did. I didn't get to conquer
this, I failed, maybe you can succeed, maybe you can help him succeed.
Maybe you just went home with some random guy and you had no idea what you were
getting into. But the idea of all of this just overcomes me with this horrible, horrible feeling,
a sickness, I can hardly stand it. The thought of him meeting you while he was with me,
the thought of you two staring at each other across the table while I am sitting there obviously...
its horrible. Why?
I guess I have this delusion, I want this delusion that someone could really want me, only me...
and I know as a human being that its impossible, its unreasonable... That would be boring, stagnant,
boring...
I love change, I love progress, I want a thousand lovers, I want to let them all go to the next step
without me if they need to, I want to go to the next step if i need to...
and I do, I do, I do... But I haven't conquered this yet... How do I conquer this? I need to let
you have him, I need to push him to you, or atleast away from me, I need to move
forward, with my whole heart, I need to let go of you, or atleast of the pain and sadness
and betrayal that you represent. I love him, I want him to grow and be happy
and even though he hurt me by being to scared, too weak to do this in a less painful
way... I understand. I am guilty of the same crime, we all are...
This pain is just a result of the negative implications that aren't true.
I know we are all equal.... I know that I don't deserve anything,
life, all of this, is a gift, its so amazing that I get to experience breath, pain,
heartbreak, love, sex. So.... I want to, I want to wish you, as honesty as I can muster,
well wishes
experience!
love!
find truth!
I want to be able to love you, I can almost feel it.

Sincerely,
Julia