Haha, wow. That was both extremely embarrassing and extremely relieving. Sorry for all of that emotional stuff. I just didn't know where else to put all of that stuff, you know? And I'd rather not delete them since they're a part of me. But now that I'm all cleared up, less emotional, but still kinda there, I feel like I can come back to this. Think things rationally, you know?
And you guys guessed what I'm most likely gonna talk about! And you're right. It's the break up. Big
My boyfriend, if you people still read my stuff, nearly broke up with my tonight.
I don’t know if we’re still together, and I don’t know if he still wants to be together. But I know one thing for certain:
I know we can work this out.
Sure. We’ve had rough sides, especially now. We’ve both made mistakes hat we shouldn’t have, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. He’s the only person I’d want to make these mistakes with. The only person I’d want to share my chocolate with. The on
What have I done? To myself? To him? What have I done?
Do I need to let go?
It’s 6:38 AM in a London hotel. The bathroom in the run down hotel room is cold, despite the fact of just turning on the shower after rinsing off the blood from a nosebleed on my thighs. I’ve had a headache for the past week. I don’t think I’ve noticed much. No. Not much.
What do I put this as? Blog? A docs? Just for me or for him or for everyone?
Everyone. Yes, maybe everyone. Or no one at all. O
I've lost myself.
Maybe I haven't permanently lost myself, maybe it's for a while, maybe I'm just growing. Or maybe I'm stagnant and I've never really changed in the first place and I've just made an entire lie based around my growth, pretending that all the bad things I've done are nonexistent and that i got through them when I really didn't. Maybe I've always been that way for the past five years. I'd like to think that's not that case. That I made progress in some way, some shape, some
Hello everyone! I know it's been a while since I've posted, but for the past week, I couldn't get this off my mind.
So, I can't stop thinking about this guy.
And, that's absolutely crazy for me. Like, how can I possibly be thinking about a guy I met just last week?! Well, um, I mean we text everyday. Often. And it's not even me who texts him first! And um, well, we talk for a while. At least an hour everyday. Nice chats. Very nice chats. He's really funny, and he offers to help me wi
You know, I never realized how jealous I am as a writer of other people of the arts.
Like, I know a lot of people write, and I know people still make books, I know that. I know a lot of people enjoy writing, and I know any people appreciate writing and understand what a task it is to do. But I don't get why it's kind of... pushed aside compared to the other arts.
Liike, there's drawing, sculpting, painting - you know, the visual arts where you can see things, and perhaps feel somethin
Recently, a friend and I were discussing shows, books, and the writing world in general. It got to a point where we started to get specific, for example, we started to talk about romance novels such as love and gelato, or Rick Riordan's new releases. That sort of stuff. But it got to the point where we began to talk about the darker themes that novels and literature have to offer. Examples are shows that contain rape and violence, such as in 13 Reasons Why, or pedophilia in books like "Let the R
So this might be considered a rant. Not really sure how to categorize it, but we'll just say it's a rant.
This girl I've known since kindergarten - let's call her, ah, Stephanie - has recently brought me to the very last straw. Now lemme give some background on Stephanie. She's a really good artist, makes amazing art. Likes anime... a little too much. She's always been overweight (No offense, but it's true. And I'm not saying you're a bad erson if you're overweight, I'm just giving some ba
Lately, I've been thinking a lot 'bout how I've changed in the past few year, and even though life's been pretty crappy so far, I think I've progressed pretty well. Although I'm definitely not the best possible version of myself, I've realized that through all the shit, I'm really getting there.
But what I've really been thinking about was my first... "relationship", I suppose. It happened two years ago, but it feels like forever. Whenever I thought of that moment, I always questioned myse
This year is just... I don't even know how to say it. It's hard. It's really hard, this year. Hard to get through the days, the hours, the minutes, heck, even he seconds without wanting to go home anymore. I don't remember the last time I went to sleep on a school night without wishing that tomorrow would already be over. I don't remember the last time I enjoyed the things I were learning. I don't remember the last time I really talked with my family, or the last time I was proud of my work. I d