being out of spoons is like having two quarters in your hand and everything in the vending machine costs a dollar

is a post I wrote last night before falling asleep without eating dinner or taking my medication or putting my work clothes away. 

Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.
You claim to love her, inside and out, but the only time you call her beautiful is when it’s 3 in the morning and I’ve already turned you down.
—  girls tell each other everything, c.j.n.