December 2011
4 posts
I’m not smart.
I want to die.
I just can’t wait around for you to decide if I’m your second choice or not.
fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
why?
i am so fucking stupid.
November 2011
3 posts
once you’ve been in love, nothing ever really feels the same
The shame that I feel towards my body is suffocating.
October 2011
4 posts
All the things that I mean to tell you and don’t get the chance to pile up on my chest and make it hard to get through the day.
So I save all your words because they're the only...
September 2011
9 posts
It’s never going to feel the same.
fuck.
I can’t get you out of my head. I want to hate you, I want you to not matter. You’re a fucking stranger. You drew scars on your skin and pretended they were real, you pretended you were real. You held them up to mine, I bled, they bled, the first night we met. Your scars aren’t so deep baby, look at mine, you said. I believed in them, in your scars, in you, in us. None of that...
I miss sex.
August 2011
7 posts
why am i still fucking crying over you?
the longer i live the more sure i become that i was meant to die that august.
im not supposed to be this tired all the time.
I’m not sure I want to be alive anymore, let alone awake.
can you just close your eyes and pretend like i’m beautiful
Sometimes I close my eyes so tight I don’t realize how far I’ve come.
i’m starting to fall out of love with you.
It’s so easy to misread feelings. Is this tight chest and turning stomach a result of missing her? or a result of being curious about someone else? Is it realizing I love(d?) a lie and hating myself for protecting someone I never actually knew?
I’m not used to being conflicted like this.
July 2011
36 posts
I’m always running towards the track as the train is pulling out of the station.
it would be so much easier
i just want someone who won’t get tired of me.
when i talk to you things dont seem so bad, because when i talk to you i dont think about her.
i dont care if that’s foolish.
I don’t want to write anymore.
I don’t want to feel anymore.
I’m giving up on life, it’s bullshit and it doesn’t get better.
It’s such a weird feeling, but it’s like going out and having a good time and having a night that should make me happy makes me feel totally empty and just… void. Like it reminds me of so much time I’ve wasted and how uncomfortable I am in my own skin. It reminds me of everything I’m not and everything I wish I wish, and everything I’ll never be.
I know what I need to do. I need to cut you out of my life, for me.
…but what I need and what I want more than anything are proving to be two completely different things. fuck.
I just don’t want to feel this way anymore. I don’t want to cry over you one more time. I don’t know how to stop.
It took me awhile to get here and I may not feel this way in the morning, but I know myself better than I ever have and I’ve never felt more powerful.
it was like falling to earth, loving you my stomach dropped, i felt free alive i didn’t realize impact would come you promised it wouldn’t and i believed your beautiful lies i hit the ground and you told me my sadness was disgusting i am the carnage of love and lies, of your love and your lies