i would much rather stay inside to do my skincare than go out and party all night. why does that make me a villain?
if you died, they may as well pronounce me dead too.
my brothers are not my blood, but they are mine. we have been through tragedy and triumph together. they have been my shoulder to cry on, and i have wiped away many of their tears myself. my soul will always be tied with theirs.
i feel my innocence slip away like a peaceful afternoon after a dreadful week.
i do believe it would have been easier to have you ripped from me. because you’re still here, but i’m watching you undo the threads at a snails pace.
i never knew the concept of forgiveness would be so hard to grasp. but now i know that i can hold a grudge like a child. and in that melodrama i am proud.
one day i will have flowers waiting for me when i get home, and glances at dinner with his family, and good sex, and actually laugh at what he says, and i will trust him completely, and i will truly love him.
it is now december, and i have been feeling this way since july. that i am an impostor in my own life.
even if we go down in the biggest flames the world has ever seen, i won’t for a second regret stoking the fire.
i have a feeling that in the next fifty women you undress, all you will be able to see is that they are not, and could never be me.