That house that is no longer my home fills me with longing each time I go but I know: home is where the heart is. The school's not the same but neither am I; everything changes with the passing of time. That city never changed 'til I left it behind.
If I try to work hard, I burn out quickly. If I don't work hard, I'll only fail. If I I try to work hard, I always fall short. If I don't work hard, I'll only fail. I'm so exhausted.
"Stop touching your face so much, you're the reason it looks like that." "Why are you so obsessed with yourself?" "Okay but we do look good let's be real." "Seriously, stop digging craters in our skin." "No, that foundation is not your shade." "Yes, your butt is getting flabby." "We've had better outfits, but I … Continue reading #43: Mirror, Mirror
"This one's for the lonely" Even when we are together. We're all really alone. "It comes and goes in waves" And it never stops. Until it stops for good. "For the ones who think they can" Never stop believing that you can. Is all of this belief just fruitless naivety? "This part was for her, … Continue reading #40: Tear-Jerker
I spent four years with the same teacher, three of them in a club he was in charge of, one of them as vice president of said club. In those four years of high school, I had countless conversations with my German teacher, countless experiences, and countless lessons. Countless, but I'll try recalling some. One … Continue reading #39: The Professor
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