I don't have time to write more than this: the version of self I've created on the internet is not one I like. Really, truly, I am more vibrant, more active and I don't know why I care other than I feel some sense of loyalty towards the people whose words I read ( Read more... )

I am made of tree bark: crumbly and strong. If you punch punch punch me, your knuckles will bleed and you will be mad. You might give up. But maybe you have a thing for loyalty, like me ( Read more... )

It shouldn't be this easy ( Read more... )

Oh, words. You are inadequate ( Read more... )

Madison has been haunting me. Madison, my heart, I need a break. You're being cruel to my heart ( Read more... )

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Valentine's day fills me with bitter, resentful, overwhelming hate.

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Oh, me. I do it time and time again, plunge my heart into hopes before checking if there's even any water below ( Read more... )