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If it goes on for a few months I think it’s safe to say I like you. And I’m sorry for it.

Experienced agony. The shrieking cries of lifelong love. My heart plummeted. What could I say? What could I do? My own mother’s face red with terror as sisters rapidly cried out hail Mary’s. A phone call from my sister of an agonizing cry, her daughters following while not understanding. My father in a moment of panic brought me and my mother close, embraced us together as family. The desperate cries of my aunts and uncles clipping through the speakerphone. I don’t think I could ever forget it.

A bitter cold welcomes new feelings of solitude. My passions, my goals— what are they? Full of doubt and unease, I’ll push forward. As much as I can.

Feelings of failure and indigestion tend to go hand in hand

How many years has this corner of the blogosphere been an outlet for me. .? it is cold. my bird is freezing. i’ve lost many loves. i can’t get the ringing out of my ears . I’m

I stare him down but he is fast asleep. I can see it. His eyes open every now and then but he knows i won’t make a move. He is freed from any cage and lies right next to me. He has already headed out for the night. I wonder how he feels— if he misses the days my brother and I would play with him for hours. he himself has a brother now. I wonder if he's happy. I wonder if he understands. I wonder if he dreams about us.

you and me... would make such a good we

Rock Bottom was never the end for me.