She asks me why she can read me so clearly-
How it's possible to know my feelings so well;
It's almost like reading a story
Where the chapters always say the same thing.

She tells me that there are other ways to feel
And I remind her that I always feel differently,
Yet she manages to point out every time
I've never felt better than before.

She ( Read more... )

I have surrounded myself with information that is beyond my individual existence.
(This has cornered me into hopelessness as an unintended consequence.)
Learning about things that are easier to ignore than they are to accept has entirely changed my way of thinking.
I have become a cynic: A human being reveling in rage because she thinks that life is ( Read more... )

It’s definitely something I struggle with.
Not only because of my personal experience,
But also because of the looks on their faces.
Family, friends, strangers, it doesn’t make a difference, really.
As soon as the tragedy of rape is mentioned
Everyone fidgets in their personal discomfort.
Yes, some are regrettably reminded of the horror,
But ( Read more... )

Me: im reading through some old emails dad sent me ten years ago. he wanted me to figure out why you started acting up after I left"Hi, Hitomi how's it going? everything seems fine with ( Read more... )

I don't understand why I still wonder ( Read more... )

I know a bitch who broke my heart and that bitch's name is "really you"

I think its ironic how people become assholes based on lies.
It's really silly.
It's like they just needed an excuse.
A reason to flee. To be VICTIMIZED.
A perfect tragedy.
What an aim.
Fuck you.

I always wish I lived with everyone for a day ( Read more... )

Once upon a time Distraction was lovely ( Read more... )

Begin anew. Perhaps to understand past occurrences. Perhaps to clear the mind of lingering guilt. Guilt of unknown sources. Guilt of stupid notions ( Read more... )