August 14, 2014 § 4 Comments
Sometimes, you wonder, how did you start feeling this way? This twisted way of perceiving men? Then you think of him. Look what he did to you.
August 13, 2014 § 6 Comments
It’s pointless, unstable and ridiculous and everything in between. It’s tiring. It’s wasting my time. It’s over, if you know what I mean.
August 11, 2014 § 18 Comments
I want to run. Fast and far. He is me and I am him and I suppose it is hard to run away from yourself.
I did it.
You know why I did it? Because it was the only thing left for me to do. I was stuck in a vicious cycle with him and I knew, always knew it had to end.
January 15, 2014 § Leave a comment
When bitterness gets the best of you, you rant, you cry, you use your pent-up frustration and tears to ink your story.
Love. That’s everyone’s favorite story. You know what sucks though? It’s that twisted first love. « Read the rest of this entry »