i’d never been in a room so tense. then everyone came back broken.
pure bliss is a high i never want to be sober of. i feel on top of the earth my feet have always been glued to. this must be that freedom the wanderers speak of.
my heart mourns you for weeks. my brain takes care of my body while my hearts barely beats on.
i’m so proud of you.
i yearn for destruction of myself.
we were so close yet so so far. like december and january are.
“i am a good person,” i start. the entire crowd erupts into laughter. because they know it is a joke. they know who i truly am.
i didn’t think the depth of my pain was visible from the outside until my mother told me she hated my sad eyes. that my eyes were always so joyful and now they appear as small voids to something darker.
i wish happiness and i could get just 5 more minutes together.
i pine from a distance for once.
my worst nightmare is being stuck in this terribly boring town doing something mediocre.