There is so much emptiness inside of me that it could fill up the entire inside of you and there would still be some left over.

I met my neighbor looking for apartments. I had to move. My boyfriend lived an hour away, nobody lived where I lived. So I started apartment hunting ( Read more... )

sitting around, swatting flies, waiting to be forgotten.

What I'd really like is to come to this place and find you here already waiting. If you're even thinking this might be about you it is.

And this is for every girl who's ever laid there, getting fucked hard while watching shapes on the wall and feeling absolutely nothing.

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Emily is desperate for some kind of intimacy that has any promise of permanence. Someone I can bring here and have it make sense.

Today doesn't have to determine tomorrow.

My parents aren't hoarders, but they are. You know what I mean. Not in the "diagnosable" sense. Not in the "I could be on an embarrassing reality TV show" way... but they are. Enough to cross over the borderline of what is "normal" and "what isn't ( Read more... )

I wish I could take every feeling I've ever felt and make it a tangible object. Give it to someone else, so they would understand too.

Perfection: when the idea of a person materializes ( Read more... )

My birth control instructions have no bi-line for my issue. What if I get pregnant. Why aren't people suing birth control companies left and right? Then again, how angry can we be for something not preventing what we were born to do.