Do you watch grey's anatomy? I think I am Kristina, minus the talent and the confidence of course... It takes two to make the thing go right? WHAT? WHAT? What if there's only one person? I mean, I love this song and all but a one can make a thing go right if it tried hard enough... Kristina did it! she didn't mind being called selfish, or the cold ( Read more... )

Here I am, alone, at starbucks! Half lying on the chair I'm sitting on! Can you believe that? I've never went out alone before! okay sure, I'm meeting some friends later to watch a movie but I was willing to do it alone! of course not at first, but I needed this. I needed to be alone, to enjoy stuff alone, because I don''t wanna be that person who ( Read more... )

Here I am again, alone this time. What's so unusual about me being alone? I'm in starbucks... Not waiting for anyone. I am just there to write, to be alone ( Read more... )

Sometimes, I'd be in bed, covers all over me, earphones set to the highest volume, and I'd be thinking "I'm just a little piece of shit". I'd think about my weaknesses, how I can't let anyone in, how I could break so easily by love, even through fictional character. I AM WEAK. Also, I'm living a lie. Not a soul around me knows who I am truly, how I ( Read more... )

Sweating. Breathing heavily. Dragging my own body through the path of destruction. Although it is too late for my soul, I still wonder, is it too late for my body as well? After all, I did cut off all harmful things, I felt the need to protect myself. Not now though, I don't know when it started, but I began to realize how much I hated myself a ( Read more... )

Yesterday I was listening to I Lived by One Republic and it got me thinking, am I living? have I ever lived? There's only one day that I remember, it was the boldest thing I've ever done, and I had fun doing it. So, I decided, I will start living, it doesn't matter that 18 years passed without me doing any living, what matters is that I am living ( Read more... )

As I eat this fatty, sugary chocolate bar in hope that it would sweeten my bitter soul I think, why? I like this damaged girl. The girl that dwells on darkness. The strong, broken, sad, little piece of stubbornness. I don't want to be like everyone else here, I don't want to get married, I don't want children, I DON"T WANT TO LIVE A PRETENTIOUS ( Read more... )

Yesterday I turned 19, and all I could think of was, how long will it take for me to die from misery ( Read more... )

You lay under the sheets on your bed, with your music playing loud. Trying to stay strong, trying to fight the pressure, fight the urge to surrender. "I am strong" "I can do it" "I can be happy" are just somethings you say, you try to convince yourself, but do you believe it ( Read more... )

I want it all ( Read more... )