There are all these things that keep eating me up inside. Everywhere I turn there's someone who reminds me of the other people I know. So much that it scares me. I can't keep lying on my bed like this because my shoulders are pushed up to my ears and it aches. I feel that there's a hole in the pit of my stomach that nothing can fill. Everyone sighs ( Read more... )

In addition to the previous post, I should include that I no longer write poetry on how much I hate math, but I've instead taken to doing math when pissed off about other things. It's definitely a newly acquired interest. Lately I hang out by myself. I paint pictures, do ballet until ungodly hours of the night, and watch movies over and over ( Read more... )

I forgot that this existed. In fact, I seem to  forget that I exist sometimes.  I haven't written on here since my freshman year, and maybe people forgot about it.  This way i can just talk to nothing, but still publicly.  I think that's kind of reassuring, in some way ( Read more... )