I feel like life is moving so fast ( Read more... )

It's like I'm trying to rip creativity out of my poisonous environment & all I'm getting are thin strands, bits and pieces of the girl I used to be. Even if I gather every piece, if I put them all together they will never be the same. With overuse the pieces have become worn and jagged and don't fit comfortably where they used to. I hope I can ( Read more... )

Never life your whole life with someone else in mind
You won't like the emptiness it leaves behind
I can't do this anymore
I miss the way life was before
Even if none of it was real
I miss the way I used to feel
Now I feel trapped in my own skin
Just stuck here letting you win
Now I feel trapped in my own skin

I WANT MY NEW LIFE TO BEGIN

My whole life is a pattern and if I could lift a boulder I'd throw it at these boundaries ( Read more... )

I remember in high school I always heard adults tell me that I'd never keep in contact with any of the friends I made there. I remember walking through the halls thinking about that advice and once it really got to my head, once I realized how much truth the adults' statements contained, many people became blurred to me, almost as if I didn't want ( Read more... )

When I was young, I was told many stories. This isn't the part that surprises me. Most children love hearing stories, being equipped with wild imaginations and interminable curiosity. Most children also faced expectations of memorizing morals of those stories, whether they were fiction, fantasies, or just plain fabrications printed on a page for ( Read more... )

Today, my boyfriend and I dropped his cousin off after driving her to visit her newborn child at the hospital. It's a 2-door car and I pulled the lever so I could sit shotgun. It was stuck, my boyfriend helped and suddenly the lever snapped my fist into my face. I PUNCHED MYSELF IN THE FACE. FML.

[[true story]]

"The way that you handle that is to show up at the door with a hand grenade." -- Papa [[my grandpa]] lol haha

Today my boyfriend's brother, Bryan received a record that he had ordered from Finland on a professional website created for the sales of music products, kind of like a themed ebay. When he opened it, he inspected it to discover a thumb print of tomato sauce staining the record ( Read more... )

The success shining in his eyes
stings the failure flooding through mine
He cringes; he feels sympathetic;
While I'm feeling simply pathetic
I didn't think it could rain anymore this month
but as this downpour drags my dreams down the street
& puddles fill with my defeat
I realize I was wrong.