I don't feel real anymore.

I'm so desperate for something to happen I'm to impatient too actually let it. I want something that just happens. That I don't have to will into motion or try and "figure out". I wish I could be less scared and I wish other people could be less scared with me. I want to stop writing about the same frustrations I had a year, or even two years ago. ( Read more... )

                I am nothing. I am going nowhere. How am I ever going to get better here? How have I not learned to expect nothing but less yet? I can't believe this.

                       I can't think of a single reason to believe, but I always do.

                                                         i love you.
                                                               But i hate you more.

I NEED TO GET THE
 FUCK OUT OF THIS TOWN

It's gonna happen eventually, it has to.

There are still times when I manage to surprise myself.
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you were so good at faking me into to thinking i knew who you were.
i'm as selfish as you are predictable.

empty spaces, empty pages.
I miss the way the slow coming together of a sentence full of meaningful words used to ( Read more... )