This is me from the future. In 2021 I am now 29-years-old ( Read more... )

( After an attempted suicide, and staying in a mental institute for three days, I wrote some poems about the place and the people there. )

He's gone.

I know that this is wrong

but baby, we're invincible.

What number was I?

Just another...blurry umpteenth?

I might be dead

Quiet

Unmoving

Decomposing

(I'm in love)

An inexplicable chill
Is someone there?
A toxic ghost, four syllables grace chapped lips

You're so pretty when you're bleeding

Me [3:58 A.M.]: Do you think, if you melted broken plastic and re-molded it, that it would be as good as it was before? Or maybe there would be tiny bubbles of air.

Me [3:58 A.M.]: Like, because it was flawed you couldn't get it back to normal.

Him [3:58 A.M.]: thered be a mark where you molded it im sure but it matters how you did it and with ( Read more... )

[1] What did you do in 2007 that you've never done before?
I finally finished a short story, and went on to finish a ton more.

[2] Did you keep your new years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
Yes, surprisingly, the one that I remember. I've been meaning to make some for this year but I can't think of any...

[3] Did anyone close ( Read more... )

I run my hand up and down his spine. Each vertebrae protrudes sickeningly from underneath creamy skin, and it tricks my finger tips into believing that maybe they aren’t even a part of him. Twenty-four tiny door knobs just waiting to be opened. And I imagine where each one would lead. One to his stomach (so small it’s nearly nonexistent). Another ( Read more... )