I am the girl that waits by the phone ( Read more... )

The past is just a story we keep repeating to ourselves.

At what point do we stop wanting the things we don't have?

I can't stand being awake when I am sad. I can feel my heart break in twos and threes and fours; reform thanks to desperate consoling lies, and then shatter all over again. This was one of those purgative days of me running into bathrooms and hiding behind pillars because of the arbitrary onslought of tears. Yesterday consisted of me rejecting ( Read more... )

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