me: i think it was me, it must have been me ( Read more... )

sorry.

friends only.

i threw that necklace charm out the window today. it was on impulse, but i don't regret it.

every time i close my eyes, i'm running in an open field. my arms are outstretched towards the sky, and my head is tilted upwards. my eyes are closed so tightly, my dress is flowing in the wind. in fact, my whole body, my whole soul, is flowing in the wind. and i'm wrapped inside this whirlwind. and i'm free. you know?

"i would give up anything to .."

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i can’t sleep. it’s not that i miss you, really. or that i even think about you. in fact, i have taken all of my pictures of you out of my wallet, i have erased all pictures from my camera, and i’ve taken the pictures out of frames in my room. although it sounds extreme, it’s not really. i am mostly sad about not feeling right wearing those ( Read more... )

Drawn With Lines



maybe more so now than ever..

the first twenty-one months of my life without anna were the hardest months of my life.

no, really.. i cried everyday.

now i sound like i'm obsessed with graffiti, but i always notice this one in a bathroom stall at jeff: "girls are better. they'll treat you way better than any guy would." it's been in there for months, but never erased. and i just imagine the janitor walking in and being like, "amen to that. i'll keep that one up there."