can I be somebody else... for all the times I hate myself?Thoughts are cruel ( Read more... )

If I say it, it'll be real...
and I'm trying to find every way to avoid this.

Nostalgic memories consume my senses as I relive this feeling.
Am I really doing this again? No. I can't say I am...
(if I don't acknowledge, it won't exist.)

It's overrated, anyway.

When I look at you, I often find this smile slowly creep up to the corners of my lips ( Read more... )

There are no words. There are only stories ( Read more... )

I think I hated myself today.
Oh, and maybe yesterday too.

NREMT in the morning.

More later.

I stare into the night sky and like shooting stars, I watch my dreams fade away. So many days have I walked this blind path, wandering down a million empty alley-ways. They tell me that purpose has somehow brought me here. Destiny, fate, the fairy-goddess of life have patterned my steps. But am I truly here? My heart is somewhere else. My ( Read more... )

Marriage? I'm not sure I'm ready for that one... and the more I think about it, the scarier it sounds ( Read more... )

When I think I should feel guilty, why don't I ( Read more... )

Even when I feel like being upset, hurt, or distant... being around him doesn't let the feeling last long.

Things are better now, I think. It's a new day, right? New.

Thanks Liz. You know, for listening and stuff.

I finally found words to one of my feelings ( Read more... )