The only time I ever feel alive is when I get the stinging sensation after the razor pierces my skin. I can’t help but enjoy the only thing that keeps me from being completely numb. I can’t die if I’m already dead.
Read more →Dear G, I remember vividly the first day I met you. How guarded I was because I didn’t want to allow myself to fall in love with you but I did anyway. I didn’t tell you because I wanted to be cautious and then we broke up and I thought I would get over you,
Read more →I’ll never understand the human obsession with romantic love. I no longer know what it is anymore, but I know the possibility of it never ended with you. I think you’re weak; you don’t stand up for your beliefs, you let others control you. You let her hang all over you, when I know you
Read more →here’s to another restless night. sometimes my mind goes crazy with all these thoughts in my head. I wish more than anything that I could just forget you. you’re not the man you used to be. I tell myself all the time, but for once I just want to listen. but I’m ready, I’m ready
Read more →I am sure I have passed the half way mark by now.. I did the best I could, I am doing it still. So when is it finally my turn?? To catch a break and be able to breathe again? have some fun again? live a little? take this load of my shoulders? dance in
Read more →Here goes: I care about you, I consider you a friend. But you are really getting annoying. I have enough shit to deal with. I don’t like you as more than a friend. I’m not attracted to you. I’m not in love with you. At first, you saying “I love you” was sort of sweet
Read more →Dear A. So, you’ve felt like this for months have you now? Had a hard time calling me “friend” for months. Well, I don’t know how. If only you knew how many times I’ve sacrificed things for you, without even having to. Not because I wanted to date you, but because I wanted to make
Read more →So here it goes. I’m 17. I’m in grade 12 and I am a virgin. I’m at that point in my life where everyone around me is fucking, but i’m not. It’s not because i haven’t been asked, because I have. It’s simply because i want it to mean something. I want it to be
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