“I often see how you sob over what you destroy, how you want to stop and just worship; and you do stop, and then a moment later you are at it again with a knife, like a surgeon. ”
― Anaïs Nin

It's snowing. I'm high. It's my Sunday. My alarm just went off. I assumed I'd sleep all day if I didn't set one as I stayed up late. But I've been up since 7 ( Read more... )

suddenly,
between sheets and eyelids,
i am reminded why i don't do this.

i fall in love far too quickly. i never want her to forget me.

when you're gone, will you call? will you write?

In a sense, I have always been a romantic. I'm ridiculously loyal, I leave cute notes hidden in packed lunches, blush over sweet messages and gestures, I love love songs, I love kisses and snuggling and the rest. In another sense, due to an incredibly arduous history of abandonment, my mom's tendency to date narcissists during my teenage years, ( Read more... )

I mentioned in my last entry I only come to my journal in times of despair. I wonder if I can write as much when I'm not so feeling so desperately ( Read more... )

it's been, since I've posted. I seem to only come to this journal in times of despair ( Read more... )

it's all right. i found a martyr in my bed tonight. stops my bones from wondering just who i am. some nights i wish that this all would end. cause i could use some friends for a change. and some nights i'm scared you'll forget me again. some nights i always win ( Read more... )

the world paints a picture that makes me want to run. the sun doesn't shine for me, it's a fact, i just learned to adapt and move on with it. i fight like a lover and sleep with the enemy. i want to bury every little thing that made me feel alive. i'm broken ( Read more... )

some are lost in emptiness.

1. I'm going to England in six days.
2. I'm really, really happy with my life right now.
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