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.
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.
once, I was young and lively now, I am ancient and dead once, I fell and scrapped my arms now, I scrap them with the razor once, I cried when my mother left me now, I cry when they all leave me once, I dreamed of paradise now, I know paradise is lost and, sometimes… Continue reading once, or now
Dear Someone, The music was too loud. Perfect by One Direction. It was a cacophony against the wind and messy off-key voices. Yet it was MY wind and MY messy voice. The windows in the car were rolled down; the car top down. We were going faster than the speed limit. I wanted to scream.… Continue reading Dear Someone XI