The thought of getting hurt again terrifies me

I wanna be the first one u wanna tell good news

Do you ever just wish you weren’t you

I hate how one negative human interaction can send me into a full spiral

I wish I could talk to you right now.

my trauma did not make me stronger. It made me angry and scared.

what if it all worked out

“Some conversations stay in your heart forever.”

we’re all boring to someone, annoying to someone, ugly to someone, but it’s not that deep

let yourself be a cliche if it makes you happy. go to coffee shops and order something with too many syllables. cry yourself to sleep sometimes. kiss in the rain. draw on your arms. write bad poetry. write better poetry. fill notebooks with your crushes and hopes and yearnings. feel everything for the first time.

i depend on you, why cant you see that? why cant you see that everything about me- my routine, my emotions, EVERYTHING rely on you.