words and whispers but ( Read more... )

his heart is breaking over that silly girl. I can hear it dripping off his words, see it in his eyes. it's like she's always in the room with us, no matter where we are. he loves her and it's silly ( Read more... )

he still hasn't called and I worry it's because he doesn't like me ( Read more... )

my sister accused me of only talking about boys ( Read more... )

a response too quickly, urgency due to frustration and ( Read more... )

I hate I hate I hate ( Read more... )

reading my old thoughts ( Read more... )

I will let go, if you will let go.

Last night:
walking barefoot, he wore shoes, of course,
mostly he talked about himself
I didn't mind because, well,
at least then he wasn't chastising me
about how I'm bad at talking sometimes.

Three and a half miles, it didn't even feel like a circle,
because we didn't end up where we began.
In fact, by the end, ( Read more... )

it's too hard. too hard to turn all these little details into a big picture coherent story ( Read more... )

he found out that I deleted my old one ( Read more... )