"Sometimes I find it difficult to convey the warmth I have in my chest. Ironic, because its the only thing that's real. The words, the passion, the honesty. This is genuine. Which is why it makes it so difficult. Truth and love and appreciation make us vulnerable. And that's my goal. To ultimately be as vulnerable as I can tolerate. And then some. ( Read more... )

Its like I'm mourning something all the time now, but I don't know what ( Read more... )

Face in hands and tears come breaking through slits in fingers ( Read more... )

I wonder if I could ever reach inside myself like other people reach into me ( Read more... )

There is a mess of words in webbs across my mind ( Read more... )

I was write something painful because that seems to be all that I have to deal with. Leftover pain. But even after being at school and practice and work and then getting home and screaming with my mom and her not leaving me alone and calling me selfish and impossible for things she could never understand. She can never understand how much I'm ( Read more... )

so the fall out boy show was absolute heaven, obviously ( Read more... )

what a terrible terrible dream i must be having ( Read more... )

I apparently get awesome reception in my creative writing class ( Read more... )

new years was interesting ( Read more... )