13 years. It’s been 13 years since I first held you and it still feels like yesterday. It’s been 13 years since our lips first met and it still feels like your kiss could set off explosions of epic proportions. I don’t understand how unrequited love can last so damn long. The forbidden fruit should rot at some point, right? Yet here I am, basking ( Read more... )

I wasn’t sure if I would ever write here again. I’m not sure about it now, but as I sit on my parents back porch with a White Claw and a cigarette I know one thing. I’m 30 and I’m lonely. You know, the kind of lonely that sneaks up on you. One moment I was content in my being. Maybe I was just numb. Now it’s like the floodgates of longing have ( Read more... )

And in one breath all of the butterflies you had unleashed inside of me ( Read more... )

I didn’t mean to ( Read more... )

I can't breathe ( Read more... )

It's 1:48pm on a cloudy Thursday and I can feel the bar of xanax kick in and melt down the sharp edges of my thoughts. I used to only take the pills when I was in a fit of sheer panic but these days I find myself reaching for the bottle as early as noon ( Read more... )

I have a profound sense of sadness for my people ( Read more... )

Yet again, I find it so interesting to read posts I wrote a mere few months ago. My depression. My loss of motivation. My lack of purpose that I have fought like a cold that won't go away for so many years now. In a mere few months, everything changed again, of course. Change is the only constant we can rely on, right ( Read more... )

Think ( Read more... )

"We're so hopeful at the beginning of things, when it seems like there's only a world to be gained. Not lost.....They say they inability to accept loss is a form of insanity. It's probably true, but sometimes it's the only way to stay alive."