How long until I can drain you out of me?
Until I no longer want to buy necklaces that match your interests, as if they were mine.
Until I don't see every job, every meme, every dream as a possible way to connect back to you.

These rippings. It feels like they never end. One just melds into the other.

My heart hurts ( Read more... )

I thought, with you, I could show you raw Kristel. Not the one I have created. Not post Mary-Kay, post weight loss, post random sex confidence boosted Kristel. Just Kristel ( Read more... )

My. Heart. Hurts ( Read more... )

It's surprisingly painful, all these years later, to read old emails from you ( Read more... )

I've been here before. I've been in this fight. This vortex that pulls me out of reality and into a world where you create everything. The past, the present, the colour of the sky ( Read more... )

My insides (who have recently introduced themselves as "Alice" to me - an alien queen from Mars she says (?))) told me just now " I like you ( Read more... )

My best plan is to pretend you don't exist. Or perhaps never existed. My best plan is to hope for the so aptly named Sunshine- of the spotless mind ( Read more... )

I was ready for a heart hit ( Read more... )

This is probably a time when I shouldn't make any decisions.
And yet, I have to make many.
The only thing that makes me happy right now is him.
That can't be healthy, can it?