i take two pills at night to help me to not wake up from sadness. i wake up crying every hour and then wander around my house for hours while everyone is asleep. my mind too full to go back to bed ( Read more... )

this is a postcard from my past sent to your future - silly hopes & dreams that you can never realize ( Read more... )

the human condition, i suppose, is what depresses me the most ( Read more... )

( i will never be beautiful. )

to the boy i can't seem to stop hurting:

i love you. loved you and love you still. you may believe that and you may never believe that. i don't blame you either way.

the fact is - i've done some bad things and written even worse things. "to hurt you was never my intention." i feel like you said that to me once because it echoes in my head over & ( Read more... )

i am ready.

i am ready for a stomach turning, heart racing, up all night kind of love. i am ready for long drives and even longer eyelashes. i am ready for a spark. a bangclangPOWbuzzz kind of love. i am ready for tear streaked cheeks and messy ponytails and a recklessness that only comes when you know that someone will love you anyway. ( Read more... )

i don't know what it was, but i had to see you that one last time. we knew what it was for even though neither of us ever spoke it. but phone calls at fourinthemorning and invitations to sleep over usually mean nothing less ( Read more... )

i want to smoke cigarettes in bed ( Read more... )

( you see this is why i'd rather be alone. )