• Archive for August 9th, 2011

    I’ll be waiting.

    by  • August 9, 2011 • * Safe for Work *, Lost Love • 3 Comments

    I have this gut wrenching feeling that we are going to see each other again. It won’t matter where ours lives have taken us or what relationships we might be in at the time because it will be us, again. I tell myself, you will take one look at me and melt. The scenarios I

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    I Don’t Feel It Anymore

    by  • August 9, 2011 • Letting Go • 1 Comment

    King Rat, I don’t feel it anymore. I don’t want to listen to your songs anymore. I would delete your text messages if I cared enough. But I’m apathetic now. It’s strange to think, something I used to want so badly, with such fervor, I don’t want anymore. I don’t want you anymore. Lover, misery-inducer,

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    Just…thank you

    by  • August 9, 2011 • * Safe for Work *, Breaking Up • 0 Comments

    It’s been exactly one month and approximately two hours since you walked away from me…and I let you go. That’s my biggest regret. This letter was meant to question your reasons and accuse you for breaking my heart. But I just can’t do it. I have to thank you. So thank you, for those glorious

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    a month, a week, a day, an hour

    by  • August 9, 2011 • Confusion • 0 Comments

    its weird, because if anyone had ever told me a month, a week, a day, an hour before the day i met you that we would become as close as brother and sister, i would have laughed. said no, that funny popular guy would never even talk to someone like me, why even think about

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    Black Sheep

    by  • August 9, 2011 • Fear • 5 Comments

    If I’m free, it’s because I’m always running. That’s what I do, run away from it all. As soon as the going gets tough, I get a fucking move on and sprint my ass out of there. I don’t think I know how to deal with things, because everything I try to deal with goes

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    by  • August 9, 2011 • Betrayal • 0 Comments

    I was ready to love you. I could love you now. I completely came out because I knew we could walk the halls of school and be strong together. “it’s not you, i’ts me.” Yeah it fucking is YOU. well fuck this. I miss you so much. I hope you read this. And think ‘oh

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