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someday, i’ll be pretty enough. maybe pretty enough for love. (another one of those days.)
that’s what you get for becoming too attached. — i quit.
heartbleed. i know little of it, except that i’m vulnerable,then you said, “everything.” everything is exposed,no more secrets.human error. maybe it will reveal how much my heart bleedsand leaks every dropletthat longsfor you
oh, how painful it is to have loved first, and realize either one of two things: 1. he doesn’t love you back2. he loves you, but not in equal measure. the latter is more painful, because there could have been, … Continue reading
i’ll keep looking for what you call “empty touches.” it’s the only way i can delude myself into feeling loved.
(response to a prompt in The Daily Post) See, the thing about “happiness” post-millennium (or perhaps post-Bush) is that it is relegated to something either nonexistent or superficial.
trigger warning talk of death and drugs. 😦
funny how a few months changes perspective. i view things so differently now, and looking back four months ago, i could have never imagined to be as quiet as i am. it is not a bad thing. it’s just. it’s … Continue reading
a study in coincidences. 