"I was learning a drunken summer, a high summer, a blind summer ( Read more... )

So, here's the problem; nothing helps. Nothing makes this feeling better or covers it up or hides it or makes it any less painful. I can only make it unnoticeable to others... but to me, it's like a knife wound to my gut ( Read more... )

i hate school and want to cut hair.

you got my attention

what the fuck do you want?

i miss puberty. Everything was so exciting, so devastating, so fearsome, and so joyous ( Read more... )

All moved out.

At first, i was going to put everything in plastic bags and purses. I decided later (meaning yesterday), that boxes would be more symbolic. And as i put my boxes in the entry way of the front door, I cried. I'm scared. I'm excited and scared and worried and anxious and nervous. I'm moving out of a place I've spent almost six years in. I look around ( Read more... )

Man... i just don't get it.
You're really fucking retarded, aren't you? When everyone said you were retarded, I defended you.

You're like the kid on the soccer field that tries to kick the ball, but the ball isn't actually there.

how sad.

one year. one year is a long time to be so certain and yet so unsure.

at some point in that one year, i loved you more than i had ever loved anyone.
and if you get nothing else from this, just know that throughout this year, my whole heart belonged to you.

i still love you.

it's like you never really left
cuz you were rarely here to begin with