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It is another late night. Too late maybe. Too late to change a lot of things. But I have to have faith, that this is j..

So. Go ahead. Come in here. Please. just fill up my room with your voice yelling. Over power my already too loud musi..

My heart is beating like thunder behind my ribs. Breaking the cold empty chamber I had assigned it to. Because over the pa..

I’m fighting really hard to keep focused. Trying my best to keep from drifting. Cause.... everyone keeps telling me that I should..

I can not breath. I haven’t cried like this before with sobs ripping through me. I keep trying to breathe. ..

Sobs quake through me, crying that I can only recognize as mine because I can feel my car shaking as I try to keep driving. I should, in fact, p..

this is me on my hiatus from dating. 6 month minimum of me without anyone but me. And this, this is the loneliness setting in when I see you walk ..

thinking of you. again. like always. And I remember the way you’d always smile at me remembering how much I just... miss you. ..

With an open gash pulsing on my arm like a beacon of “Ohyeah, did I screw this one up”... Stitches might have been a good idea. But n..

“It makes me sad that you can’t see that this will all be okay. That you are beautiful.” I can’t see it because it isn&r..