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we are synonymous with summer. i am alive (!) and well (!) and all things good (!) i am knocking on wood. i still haven't heard your voice ( Read more... )

we keep the windows down to remind ourselves that the wind outside isn't out to chap our lips and bite our cheeks, it's blankets and bathwater weather. it being summer, i'm craving a tattoo, fiercely. i want the beach, now. i almost forgot i used to drag my feet everywhere ( Read more... )

i am doing better than just a-okay. and just to forgive any impression i might have given: i don't want to die, i just pour the wrong side of myself out. i am terrified of (1) the thought of death, (2) eyeballs, and (3) the possibility of being crazy without knowing it. i am however, feeling that things are going to be okay for quite a while ( Read more... )

everyone who feels like home is leaving. my foundation has packed up and is skipping town without me. i'm carrying around a little time bomb and mark its/my words: things are going to cha(bruptly!)nge ( Read more... )

i'm in a full blown heart attack in your veins. no, i am: crazy & on drugs constantly (worthy of a strip search!) according to my mother; a disappointment according to my father; not as pretty or worthwhile as my sister according to my pop-pop; jealous of last night; on the edge edge edge of everything; not good enough?; fine! i am okay! i am ( Read more... )

I KNOW IT'S STUPID TO NOT OWN A GUN AND YET HAVE SO MANY TRIGGERS,the answer to how many times it takes you saying that i'm unappealing before it finally sticks and seals is: this many. i've been blind am starting to see/i was awake am sinking in. yes, everyone's felt their skin crawl but this doesn't make it any better. yes, everyone's felt lonely ( Read more... )

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i have crashed my party. the last day of being sixteen, my birthday, and the day after have involved more embarrassing breakthrough breakdowns than i care to mention. i've cried more in the past three days than i have in what seems like years. and everything feels wrong ( Read more... )

five feet near eleven inches is a lot of room to fill. it's too much & it seems that i'm looking down my nose at people by default. i've forgotten neutral and skipped right onto neurotic, i think. maybe everyone's just black holes hoping for the best & i'm a void ( Read more... )