Occasionally, the world can be pretty damn wonderful.
Even when I feel like things are going wrong, they work out for me.
And people really care about me. Something I forget so much, because I’m always so caught up in being sad.
So now, I wait. And I hope I’ve done something right. And I get to pursue my dreams.
Why do you need to talk when we’re going to bed?
The lights are off.
Go to sleep.
i like you.
it’s okay to look me in the eyes.
your mirror, my darling, is broken
because if I don’t allow myself to cry, you’re not allowed to cry
I have this need to categorize everything
but I am not organized enough
and my mind is not quiet enough to be organized