I can't decide if I'm more scared of everyone's mothers or of everyone I went to middle school with. Lately, things have either been a.) numb and/or hazy b.) a giggle box c.) aching d.) smooth sailing or e.) all of the above all at once ( Read more... )

for college, i finally settled on writing my essay about my participation in the You Are Beautiful Movement.


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the sentiment i can stop whenever i want has become trite on so many levels. all around me are people either hurt by me or hurting themselves the same. i just want to lock myself up for a good long while because this is so fucked up, things are so fucked up, i've fucked up. what's worse, i still want the smooth sailing of the distorted waves before ( Read more... )

i was sitting in the doctors room for fourtyfive minutes with my mother before i said anything ( Read more... )

the only thing i've come to know is that we measure our days in smoked cigarettes and the amount we've forgotten.

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