I Remember Ten Years Old, Pretending To Spread My Wings And Fly; Running Around My School’s Playground,

this bruise is so purple it looks like a 5 year old coloured me in

me hiding from my responsibilities

happy 2014

lol I find that the best blogs have the most deranged names… like a scale; the more chronically-online the name, the more relatable or helpful the contents.

god, she looks like a living vampiress

rest in peace to the icon, olivia hussey (1951-2024)

stop thinking about his skin

i don’t do this a lot but i decided to try my hand at venting, which i’m regrettably posting online. this is a warning for the angsty block of text underneath.

i just want someone to talk to who isn’t my therapist or my friends or my parents or my nutritionist or my school counselor or my sister or my diary or myself. i want to talk without trying to fix whatever i brought up. i don’t want to soil my reputation to my friends and sister by opening up about the things i struggle with the most.

i am sick and tired. sick of being tired and vice versa. talking about my problems with an adult will land me in some mental institution… and talking to my friends will destine a strain on our relationship.

also i think a lot of people are sick of hearing about the same problems i do bring up, discouraging me to continue doing so. the vicious cycle of guessing what people are thinking about me and closing myself off from others has resulted in a drought of happiness.