What happened to the girl I used to be? I wouldn't recognize me. I don't know if I would even want to. But like..... Who Am I?!?!
Last night of my freshman year in college... i don't know how to feel. The walls of my dorm tell many stories.... Saying goodbye is always bittersweet but this time im nowhere near ready to say it.
I am running away from bad Decisions and into unanswered questions .
Will i ruin a third night in a row ? lets find out!!
i dont know how i feel about this anymore
I dont want to mess this up. I cannot lose you
3:00 am Straw-ber-rita's and homework is my definition of finals weeks 2018
ALMOST 2 YEARS LATER. HELLO HELLO HELLO!
Oh how life moves on and times change but one thing will always stay the same.... bad habit are hard to break. And over the years ,while my habits have changed one thing has always be certain you and are are estranged and no matter how i try to cope and deal that will never change.
my insecurity will be the death of me
bad habits are hard to break. and even though i keep coming back to you. you arent my worsyt my worst habit is hurting myself. its having anxiety in situations that are suppose to be fun. its convincing myself that people who saysthey like me are lying. its telling myself that i dont deserve happiness. its pushing away nice people. its being anti social and then complaining about being lonely My worst habit is self sabotage
iM a HuRricanE
I write about the sex i don't have. the drugs i don't do. the love i don't have and the happiness that isn't there..
i hope i'll have at least some self-control around you tomorrow.
you have a familiar face but i don't know you anymore your smile comforts me but your words seem foreign we use to be close but i don't know you anymore
You expect me to be thankful because you are trying to put me back together... but you were the one who broke me.
Your body fell apart as i touched it. cracking under my lips were raw and your eyes no longer held light the way they use to you were broken and I wanted to I wanted so desperately for you to be who you were when i first met you. no happy. but who really is ? but not miserable nothing like this I wanted to hold you once again without the fear of chipping off your skin.
Sex: The only language we know how to speak
Sex was the language we spoke Because their was no real communication This way you were blind to all the parts of me that I didn't want you to see I liked it better when your head was between my thighs This way I knew what was coming from your mouth wasn't lies If your hands are going to end up around my neck i'd rather it now than in a fight Because when my clothes are off I am desensitized to everything but you And actions are up for interpretations I can pretend the numbness you...
once again I am in a position where I want to believe you but I don't know if I can.
I don't know why I keep doing this to myself