i need to gain my passion back for writing.

i hope that's alright with you.

i think it's strange to admit that I am desperate for someone to spend my nights with. I've got friends but when you see the same faces every day, things start to feel lonely. sleeping alone is petrifying. But I would never ever admit this out loud ( Read more... )

It isn’t just death we have to grieve its life, its loss, its change.

And when we wonder why it has to suck so much sometimes, has to hurt so bad, the thing we have to try to remember is that it can turn on a dime.

That’s how you stay alive. When it hurts so much you cant breathe, that’s how you survive.  I remember that one-day, some how, ( Read more... )

 
i cant tell if im relieved
or heartbroken.

i would give an arm and a leg to be with you.
but this isnt going to work. and it breaks my fucking heart.

 remember those tragic love stories?
the ones i was horrified would happen to me?

i think im on the brink of one.

fuck.

 there is so much more that goes on, than any of us actually understand.
no religion has found the answer yet.
because i think that when one does, none will be able to deny it. there will be no contraversy, everything will line up.

i can feel who i am now. haha i have finally found the sense of self that ive been looking for for years now. i have ( Read more... )

 i would have slept soundly, if you had reached over and held me. a little, a lot, a second, a minute, all night ( Read more... )

 this is what i've learned ( Read more... )

 so much has happened ( Read more... )