December 2010
3 posts
one year further from childhood, and one year...
every year on your birthday since you were a kid, people have always asked “do you feel any older?” i always used to shake my head no and smile, but this morning i got to thinking; in exactly twelve months, one year, 365 days, i have; had my heart broken, twice. been in love once. nearly lost my family. gotten five tattoos. moved out. moved back in. gotten in too many physical fights....
mercilessly.
i can say without hesitation at the very end of everything that i have only sincerely loved one human being that my soul wasnt built to love; (such as family) so answer this, should this make me upset? or feel truly blessed?
'you tell me you love me, but there's hate in your...
a defective prototype, kept around to study only its flaws, never its fascinating imperfections. id like to first state that this message has been in my head for years, and i’ve never loved myself enough to write it. this is the first, and last time. i have accepted the conditions of your love long ago. though, as a human, it is still - at times, hard to not become emotional from what i had...