"the harshest of words are the truest of statements. those that resonate in your soul and permeate your thoughts. try as you may but you’re saturated and on a reel that voice plays again and again."
the past has it’s own circuitry
growing up is hard
it haunts me. but i wonder why it doesn’t haunt him. he was there too…
am i wired wrong, and will these wires ever uncross.
i just don’t care
i am not who i used to be.
i’ve changed so much.
i don’t know who i am
i’ve sold out in hopes of feeling agian
and all i feel is empty
the girl is gone
stepping on crunchy leaves doesn’t make you whole inside
it just crushes the fallen foiliage
i’m gagging as i type
my wrongs are your rights and your rights are my wrongs. but really sin is sin, and everyone deserves their opinion. remember the idea of opionions-they’re neither right nor wrong.
agh gah and prolly the eff word too
this head is full of thoughts, but this body needs sleep badly. i’m losing this battle in the war for my own good.
stop thinking, stop stewing, stop imagining, stop questioning, stop. STOP.
rest. be at peace. he is bigger than this fight and i cannot win alone.
my word vomit is more nauseating to me than it is to you who read it. and i’m tempted to delete it all and just roll over and play at sleep. but i know i need to post it, if only just to feel release.
it’s not so much what he said, but what it meant
and it’s not so much what it meant, but how it feels
i’m scared to be pulled and pushed in this direction.
insult and injury. truth and transition.
i’m scared of change
well…i guess i know who i’m not marrying. in a way its a relief.
could this really be woosh?
5 years later and love looks different out this window. it’s hazy and mysterious but it’s peace. and its been 5 years in coming.
ferrets are gross animals.
do re me
i wanna watch the sound of music real real bad
i’m a girl
and i over analyze a lot. way a lot.
ps don’t ever describe a girl as “bland” without makeup on. even if it is true.
bills. BILLS BILLS BILLS. couple that with trying to scrape together a savings account and you have me.
i’m so overwhelmed i wanna cry. and that’s just out of the outer layer of sheer panic. i hate the logistics of growing up.
-poor girl in the hood