Epiphany tonight. One of those fight nights where he walks-runs.
Fed up with my dysfunction. Can't get in. Gives up And I just can't help but smile. I think to myself: I've conquered a man with patience tattooed across his motherfucking chest.
Journal, I don't know if I am proud of this or not, and it frightens me deeply.
I loved you. R, I did. I cherish everything you gave me,so little. But something just the same. And its anything as long as it was from you. Cause I love
i dont want anything familiar i want orginality i want something compeltely foreign and embarassing and strange give it to me i can take it i can be trusted with it i swear