the words "come home" have never meant so much to me until now- drunk and alone and rereading things that remind me of the lovable person I once was to someone.

hi, i'm moving to atlanta. bye.

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I wish that I hadn't neglected the value of my old journals.

there are no selfless motives, only secret ones.

when it comes to inevitability and/or regret, sometimes it's just a lot easier to tell yourself that everything worked out for the best... or will eventually.

should I know what I want by now?

I just want someone to stick around.

I spent the night chewing off my lips and digging my dirty fingernails under the skin on my face. When I closed my eyes all I could hear was demonic laughter from all throughout the night; voices layered on top of one another and never ever pausing for a moment. I watched my companions sleep in the dark wishing one of them had heard the noise as ( Read more... )

FRIENDS ONLY.