hate personal past:) I prefer past as history, but the things that became past within my lifetime are just pain...so quickly come and gone...I don't want to have memories, even the best of them become heavy when they become too old...
who knew me from when I was younger, before I came to live with my parents. They laugh and smile and look at me in wonder as they ask after how tall I've grown and how much I've changed and ultimately it usually ends there....Except when it doesn't. Sometimes...sometimes, the...
and forget, but it's really fudging difficult and I don't know why.
A few months ago, I used to walk into class, and I always felt so low that I couldn't feel anything at all. Numb and empty. I even took a few days off sometimes, faking being sick because I hated walking in and...
as I look into the Mirror
It only shows the truth
of the food I shouldn't have consumed,
stretching out my flesh.
the marks on my arms,
which broke through smooth skin.
The skin that's been harassed.
Betrayed by someone close
And as I look in the mirror.
I wish I hadn't...