I broke my own heart.

He makes me feel ill. The ill that didn't start ill, but ended that way. The ill that started with tickles and unwinding, gut-wrenching butterflies that could no longer be bared in an enjoyable notion. The ill that would subside if only he left my every thought.
He won't leave my every thought.

I like him.

So I keep finding things wrong with him to disillusion myself.
But that doesn't work.
So I find things wrong with myself.

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I'm sick for a home I don't have.

I'm homesick ( Read more... )

I feel things now. I haven't felt anything for ( Read more... )

'allo, 'allo ( Read more... )

My name is Kate, and I am an addict.

I remember when I lost my mind.

At work. Slow moment ( Read more... )

I don't know when I'll be back again.
I personally don't believe I will.

Keep don't talk to me. Call, or contact by any means.
I don't want to talk to yous all forever.

I know how to burn bridges
and close doors
switch lights
and turn heads.

Everybody in this car is going to Hell.

-WTL