it's a month and some change since you tried to crack me open. I almost let you, but five shots, two cigarettes, and one blunt wasn't enough to get me out of my skin. you pulled at my fault lines and I shook with your head pressed to the back of my neck, my arm bent and aching trying to pull you closer, closer, closer. you don't remember, but I asked if you were afraid of me. you don't remember, b... » Continue Reading
times don't exactly need to have been easier or better for me to remember them fondly. in fact, i'm finding that it's usually the worst parts of my life that manage to catch me in the trap of nostalgia the best. it feels a little selfish to look back on these moments of my life and feel anything other than overwhelming relief that they're finally over, but i can't seem to stop myself. I miss the q... » Continue Reading
there's some comfort to be found in a blank notebook, a new account, a fresh audience of eyes and ears. shouting into the void expecting nothing but the echo to reach my older and wiser self. maybe this time it'll stick. » Continue Reading
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