MOVED.

go figure.

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happy birthday, father.

i'm sorry our love dissolved into words we were too afraid to speak.
i'm sorry we were absorbed in feelings that never showed it face.
i'm sorry we were writing letters that we never tried to send.

i love you.

i feel guilty being afraid of something i've already been accustomed to.

i think a boy and a girl would be equivalent to
a handmade heart and a pair of scissors.
we'll just wait for either one to cut them out, or cut them up.

dear journal

No one is faster with a deadly accurate slam.
And no one is so careful never to really cause pain.
She's bold and provocative and individualistic, but
she's also shy and awkward and insecure.
Think of her as a person who can blush in terrible
mortification or laugh defiantly.

i am so afraid to sleep at night.

there is something i must tell, but it is a secret.

there is something extremely wrong, but it is a secret.

there is something i don't know and it is a secret.

why?