To know what to look for at such a young age is a curse ( Read more... )

You sold me for your favorite drugs.
You sold me for yourself.
You sold me just because you could.
You sold me, just as well.

It's really not okay.

I swear I'm going to get the hang of this whole being an adult thing. One of these days.

Reasons ( Read more... )

I'm haunted by past mistakes.

I'm buying a guitar on Sunday.

I'm trying really hard.

This is it, my declaration that I'm starting over. I'm not backing down, I'm not falling down. He can't make me feel bad about who I am anymore nor can anyone else. It's my life and there's no point in suffering in the dark through the whole thing just because I spent a few years blind. It's time to open my eyes and look at the winter for what it ( Read more... )

I can't remember when it happened. I buried my home.

I finished editing my film today. I took the whole day off of work and skipped all of my classes, but it was soooo totally worth it. It felt good to really make something I could hold in my hand and show to my mom and say "Look what I did today."

I feel like I'm finally growing a creative side. Like I'd always been good at faking it for the last ( Read more... )

 I wanted someone to tell. I sort of brought it up to Alex, but he wasn't in the mood to be serious or supportive. I was too ashamed to mention it to anyone else ( Read more... )