Whoa, hey! It's 2016. Another arbitrary social construct of time, oh whoopee ( Read more... )

Last night before bedtime, I grabbed my earplugs, squeezed them between my fingers and inserted them into my ears. As they expanded and sound from the outside world began to fade into the distance, I remembered the first time I slept with earplugs, and the reason why I began sleeping with them 7 years ago ( Read more... )

I sometimes hate being the person who has to maintain harmony while also attempting to stay true to how I feel. I feel like I've been dragging so many friendships around with me that have long been dead. I hate Facebook. It's fucking stupid. Today, while scrolling through the news feed, I read a post by Cris (that guy I dated for a month in 2011) ( Read more... )

Strength isn't always apparent, nor is it always unyielding. Strength is the willingness to yield and surrender to circumstances outside of one's control. It is a subtle adaptability, the wisdom of knowing when to say yes or no. Strength isn't always about invulnerability. In fact, through vulnerability we expose ourselves to opportunities to know ( Read more... )

I've stared at the sun for too long and seen it set too many times. My eyes have gone blind and burned. I have tried too hard for too long and now my heart grows weak. I am diluted, I barely exist in a whisper and you can't even hold me when all I am to you is a thin mystery. Ephemeral like morning dew, I evaporate leaving only my taste in your ( Read more... )

I don't know where to write anymore. I have to turn to you, my trusty Livejournal of many, many years ( Read more... )

"I'm done with this, before I decide to hate him forever. The day will come when I tell him off, and tell him to never fucking talk to me again. Cold, but necessary, he deserves it after everything he's fucking put me through ( Read more... )

This may likely be the only post I make this year ( Read more... )

Today he would have been 50.

This person I never met who is my father. He would have been 50.

To this day I still feel like I was robbed of something I never even got to feel.

" I was actually going to say something last night but whatever. Guess I'm fake. The greatest thing about Megan is that she will be the first friend to tell you that you are a shitty friend for not caring about her enough. Maybe if you cared more about yourself you wouldn't constantly be seeking attention from "shitty friends" to make you feel ( Read more... )