I think love is a nasty feeling*. That sounds odd and I know it, but it's the only way I can describe it. It's not to say I dislike being in love, but it does have a lot of downsides. It manifests itself almost like a parasite in my life. Whenever it gets taken or lost, it feels like I've lost everything. It just worms it's way through all of my works. (*Most of them are more issues with me, not t... » Continue Reading
Everytime my phone senses that the sun is long gone and I am lying here alone, it wants to show off everything awful in the world. The idea of the “art of loss,” movies from the worst points of my life I bonded with, and music that knows what it’s doing to me. Sleep refuses me, knowing that would be too saccharine and that I alone do not deserve it. It feels all like dramatics to recount exactly ... » Continue Reading
1/2 Everything feels so fragile when it comes to me. I have to keep justifying why he likes me and it feels awful. He has me saved as my chosen name in his phone, he remembers most of the things I tell him, and he’s made multiple efforts to try to hang out with me. I still feel as if I’m trapping him here with me. It’s all like a pot of milk boiling over; whenever you blink, it’s far too late, an... » Continue Reading
Sometimes I feel words die on my tongue when none feel right. I never mean to, but I'm sure I sound very off-putting just shutting off mid-conversation to make it "normal." It's only been maybe about a week since I knew he liked me, but I do feel a bit sad without being told I am loved. I know it's really quick, but I'm extremely insecure. I wish I knew I was loved without having to be told it, an... » Continue Reading
I don't think I actually want sex, but I'd like for someone to make me feel loved or at least desired for a fleeting moment and it's the only vessel I think a person would find me useful in. I do have lust, despite never acting on it, but it all ends in guilt. I hate the feeling of lovelessness I hold. Even when people compliment me, I assume they're lying. If someone complains about me, it is jus... » Continue Reading
I have an indescribable feeling of bile in my stomach forming and I need to write or I'm going to throw up. I hate feeling like every time it's over ten minutes, they suddenly don't want me anymore. I know that I'm heavily insecure, but I shouldn't feel that way. I wish I could hold them close, like a cat swallowing mice. I can't really blame them. Even if they do find me annoying, I find myself a... » Continue Reading
Love is potent. The most toxic thing I can do is pine after you. My chest is open, Intoxicating scent, meant to lure. Just your favorite: Peach and Tangerine. What beats behind ribs is true but not golden. » Continue Reading