Craving Intimacy.

Cold, numb acceptance towards the fate that's disposed upon everyone.

Death chases us till we're stuck at a dead end, why are we running?

My love is faithful. If I love you now, I’ll love you forever.

I wish I had a stronger connection with my mother.

She knows nothing about me, and the more I dwell on it, the more I realize I know nothing about her either.

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Loving me is like loving cheap earrings.

They’re pretty and shimmer when you put them under light. You wear them everyday until they start to tarnish, the silver wipes away and leaves a rusty rose gold. They turn your skin green and make your piercing holes black. You love them until you can’t stand to look at them any longer. You love them until you can buy an expensive replica. You love them until you find something better.

I love growing up with my friends; I looked at a good friend this morning and realized how much she’s grown since we met. I guess I’ve grown too.

I carry the weight of my parents mistakes.

It’s so heavy, I just want to make you proud.

Yeah, I did want more.

I gave you my whole identity, my life, my time, my trust, my innocence.

I wrote poems, burned cds, took you around the world.

I wanted more from you. I wanted all of you.

“I’m not a violent dog, I don’t know why I bite” I AM GOING TO RIP MY FACE OFF.

I know your actions came from a place of hurt, but that doesn’t excuse them. I don’t hate you for that, but how could you treat someone you love like that?