normal girls.

We were normal girls. We fell in love with boys, recklessly, hopelessly, and constantly. She would cry tears of mascara and glittery eyeshadow on the steps. And, we'd swear off them as if they were drugs. And, maybe they were, because we always found ourselves falling again. We worried about our bodies. We pinched our… Continue reading normal girls.


analysis of self.

I don't recognize myself anymore, who is this girl? I never look her in the eyes or tears will ruin her perfect facade of foundation and mascara and then everyone will know.   people say, "I love you." people say, "you're not alone." but I feel alone when they hug me, I feel numb as… Continue reading analysis of self.