I've always cared more for where I'm going than where I've been; my past was nice but I did not choose it; the future is all me.
In my heart there is a stone, but in my soul there is a dragon. Each day that I fill a page, I manage to keep her fire at bay, but when I start to fall apart, I feel her fire warm my heart. It does not serve to comfort, but rather quite the opposite. … Continue reading #37: Fire-Starters
I do not easily attach, because, when I do, it is with the tenacity of an octopus holding on for dear life; the only way to make me detach is by severing a part of me entirely. Regeneration is possible, but, unlike an octopus, it is a long and arduous process that always leaves scars. … Continue reading #36: Handle With Care
ew, it's sweaty I guess it's kind of nice we're both like really clammy people whatever he likes it just go along with it oh my god how long can he want to do this for suck it up this is what having a boyfriend is like it's not terrible okay it's actually quite hot … Continue reading #35: Holding Hands
The perfect size, though the feeling’s not always just right; I never want to leave.
I can't see the words in my head that I need to make you like me. All there is is darkness.
"Why did you talk to me?" I asked him, as we walked down the street at 9:40pm. "I don't know, I saw you and really wanted to talk to you." "Well I really wish you hadn't. I'm uncomfortable and I want to go home but I can't while you're with me because I don't know … Continue reading #29: The Sound of Silence