home-wrecking tendencies strike again.
dodging glances, dodging bullets.
i do not instigate.

patterns repeat.
let them go. be free.
find peace.

too scattered. thoughts and life.

come on, brooke.

i keep coming here to write things down. to process. to take a breath ( Read more... )

today i feel so very small. so very insignificant.

i regret giving anyone the power to make me feel this way.

i am nothing more than a blip in the past.
over and over and over again.
it's a disheartening trend.

i'm home in edmond. i couldn't sleep so i went looking for a book to read. i accidentally stumbled on all my stuff from Drury. books and notebooks and papers and pictures that i threw into boxes, hoping to never see again. before i knew it, i was sitting on the floor surrounded by proof of the life i gave up. and as i read through notes and flipped ( Read more... )

there are some things i really appreciate about christmas. but for the most part, i'm just really really glad it's over. i can't stand the build up. i hate the expectations. i dread the disappointments ( Read more... )

"but the lonely are such delicate things ( Read more... )

i have this incredible ability to fuck things up. everything all at once ( Read more... )

i'm drowning ( Read more... )

wow. well leave it to the exes to shake things up. 
one brings up my spirits and the other makes me feel like scum.
all in one day.
lovely.
i'm not sure who i believe.
that's not true. i know who i believe.
i just wish that it weren't true.
i am pretty scum-like.

i need to re-evaluate. i'm always re-evaluating.
but not much ever really changes.

i just need ( Read more... )

sometimes i really can't believe the person that i've become
and other times i really can't believe the person that i've let myself become.

i'm always changing. always reinventing myself.
every situation i'm in, every experience i have shapes me.
i know i'm different but i don't know if i'm making progress.

i'm afraid that i let those around me have ( Read more... )