Be still my beating heart,

For I will surely drown

In the blood you pump throughout my body

And in the emotion you strive to feel

I am floating in space, further and further away. Hoping someone soon reminds me to come down before it is too late.

I will cry myself a river just to have something to drown in

I feel like there are two nearly identical sides to me, like you and your reflection.

One is manic, with her head and heart always travelling too fast. Constantly diving deeper into a bottomless pit.

The other is logical, she knows its an overreaction, she knows everything is fine and I’m being silly, but most importantly she’s trapped behind the glass. Destined to always just be an observer.

I will tear myself apart to see what flowers grow inside

My Disappearance

I’ve gone through a lot in the past few months, which is why I haven’t written anything in a while.

I promise I’ll be writing again, but I want to write from the heart, not just for the sake of it. I want everything I write to have meaning to it, and hopefully you will all find small pieces of yourself in my words.

On the bright side, it shouldn’t take to long, I write as a way to vent and/or to figure out my emotions, and I’ve been very confused about how I feel recently. Hopefully you all still care about my writing, and I will post soon! ❤️

Today I looked into the mirror and saw only a shadow of my former self

I'm constantly amazed at how others manage to find the exact words you need to hear. You are one of these. I feel things l can't put into words.. but your words do it.. great blog

Thank you! I really struggle expressing myself and opening up, this blog has allowed me to do it anonymously, which really helps. I’m glad my thoughts can help others figure out how they feel ❤️

In just one moment, the universe took back all the good it had given me

My fears will make me, not break me.

Can I Call it Love?

If I think about you as soon as I wake, after a night of you in my dreams, can I call it love?

If you're the first person I turn to in crisis or success, can I call it love?

If your unwavering excitment about things like bar menus and bad movies has made me interested in things I normally wouldn't think twice about, can I call it love?

If this is what you do to me, and who you are, I think I think I can call it love.

So last month was my birthday and my parents didn't gave me a present. So i thought yesterday when we went shopping on department store they will buy me a present. My expectation they will buy me a book or new pants more than one. I just want something that really mean to me. Instead they yelling and mad at me. It's break my heart, it was supposed to be the special day but end with tragic. I'm upset i really hate them. Why can they just happy to see i'm happy?

I know it's hard but you can't rely on other people to make you happy. People are inconsistent, find a definite in the world or in yourself and use it to find happiness.

My heart is tired of not being loved back

I would drag the moon down from the heavens to prove the strength of my love

I have created a world inside my head to shelter myself from how I feel

I whisper your name into the blank nights sky, delusionally thinking you're doing it too.

The ghost of you still haunts my dreams.