When I go back through and read everything I wrote here in the past three years of my life, I wish I had had the courage and the self-confidence to write about the things that I really wanted to remember ( Read more... )

a chorus of car alarms, shoes on the powerlines ( Read more... )

i'm feeling lost and cold as a sin.

i am alive, journal ( Read more... )

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one more chance ( Read more... )

school's started ( Read more... )

A- Age of 1st kiss: fourteen ( Read more... )

ugh. certain people make me feel disgusting and awful simply by existing and moving on with their everyday lives. i hate thinking about these people ( Read more... )

"leave that blanket around you,
there's nowhere we're safe."

sometimes, i want to forget about all the jargon my mind spits out and write nasty words on post-it notes and stick them inconspicuously to everyone's foreheads.

maybe that would wipe the smirks off of their faces.


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