May 27, 2012
- Everyone writes about love, and don't get me wrong because I wish I could join them. They seem so happy, or so broken - so something and so nothing. But I don't think I have any love left to give and no words left to speak.
May 20, 2012
- Talking to you makes me want to stay alive.
- It's just hard to breathe when you're not around; and sometimes when you are.
May 11, 2012
- I never realized what kind of person I was until I realized I have to go to my 8-5 job on Monday and I wanted to kill myself.
- How do college graduates do it nowadays?
- I just want to make art and fall in love.
May 10, 2012
- The whole thing lasted a lot longer than I had initially anticipated. Although, I suppose...going in, I really didn't have any plans for it to last. She wasn't in my initial line of sight; to be honest, I hadn't seen her at all that night. She was vines of the rose bush, climbing and creeping up the trellis that I climbed down to meet the other woman. I felt her support before I saw her eyes.
- She is still my rose bush. An object of beauty, without doubt. Dangerous to the touch, surprisingly so. But falling onto her thorns would be such a beautiful way to go. My skin has scars from where her thorns have embedded themselves into me with no intent to leave. Even deeper scar tissue has formed from where I tried to trim her. She stole into my room in the dead of night once and wrapped her branches around my ankles; around my wrists. She choked me with her elegance and she strangled me until I pleaded for air. In the dead of the night she whispered into my ear while I slept; whispering words I could not understand in the conscious world, but in sleep I saw they were petals falling from the sky.
- I woke up with scratches across my throat and blood on my pillow. My body was heavy. I could not sit up. Her branches were embedded into my bones. Her thorns had caged my heart. I pleaded with her to release me, to let me breathe, but she refused. It was too late. I was she and she was me. I had never been more beautiful.
- I had never been more inferior.
- I had meaning.
May 1, 2012
- I need music to break the eerie silence of a house asleep.
April 29, 2012
- You know, I really don't think that I'm asking much. I'm willing to love someone with everything I have, and all they need to do is make the first move.
- Come on, people.
April 27, 2012
- Sorry I guess that I'm such an asshole, but it's just that I'm so sick of life.
- I guess I'm sick of a lot of things. A lot of people. A lot of everything.
April 9, 2012
- No one even spares a second glance. I once thought I was significant, but everyone I know has done all they can to prove me wrong. I'm so fucking sick of being insignificant. I just want to matter, even if just for one day.
March 27, 2012
- I took up smoking so I could be addicted to something else besides you. That wasn't you.
- But now it's one a.m. and I can't have a cigarette. It's so frustrating that it's mind-numbing and I can't sleep but nothing is cutting it. Nothing ever cuts it.
March 18, 2012
- Literature and music on a late Saturday night makes me feel invincible.
