I'm a screwed up free-thinker. Cool.

Like the younger years when you'd pass notes, "do you like me? check yes or no" and praying they'd hold your hand when you walked to the playground and sit next to you during movie time I have the same hopes.

Thank you for being calm before I meet your storm.

This week is the week of regrets and rebellion. I owe it to myself to have a good time.

The problem with society is that we always try to validate that we have it better than the next person rather than saying this is what they have and this is what I have and we are different and that's cool. We convince ourselves that even if we arent happy in our social lives, or relationships, or bodies that "at least we arent like them." And it gives us this mindset of "I'm unhappy but I'm still going to show this person I have it better." And it's all just a pointless popularity contest

I'm so tired of being tired. And losing sleep because the dreams in my head seem so real I wake up with real tears on my pillow and real pain in my heart and headaches that pound because my body is teased that I slept peacifully through the night but my brain ran a marathon and it doesn"t stop there because I wake up and suddenly I'm living a nightmare and I want it all to go away.

These tears are different because they burn my eyes and slither down my face and I think its the venom from the words that I cant say anymore.

I can feel like a million bucks and stand on the moon but my voice would still only be a whisper and unheard by you. My thoughts flood my mind everynight the gates open, the sound deafening, and I lay here silently the only thing that's heard are my teardrops on my pillow. My hands cant move fast enough to release these feelings and in my head its raining and it wont stop a hurricane of "why me?" and "why her?" and "why not?". And it's all my fault because, I am forever lost in the friendzone, forever the good guy, forever holding a sisterhood in all of your hearts.

Sometimes you have to force yourself to move on to realize that you deserve better.

Its so cute because he gets very upset when I talk about past relationships and how people have hurt me and Im just like "Thats normal though..."

Unsure of the true reasons behind your obsession with whats mine.