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you are my favorite daydream

I just want to hold you until the hard times pass.

The ocean calls to me; I hear her waves as I sleep and I feel her mist as I roam.

I’d love to be a something to you

i want a soft kind of love. i’m too worn out for anything else

nothing bad can come out of loving yourself more

i write about love because of you

repeat after me: you are not responsible for the choices of others and you are not responsible for the well-being of adults or other people your age. you are only responsible for you. support and help for others is great until it becomes guilt, and when it becomes guilt it has become negative. just remember that you are only in control of you and there is only so much you can do for other people.

please come back to me, my love. you make me feel so warm and full, now i am eternally empty and cold without you here. my darling, cant you see I need you?

we were both wrong. you were too guarded, I was too naive. we never really said goodbye but the violence was final. every second that passes I forget a little more of how beautiful we were, and it is replaced with wrath.

I’ve been dying to talk to you. I miss running to the phone whenever i hear my ringtone go off. I miss you checking up on me. weekly. something so small and intimate, i knew i was bound to get attached when the call stops. and here i am, falling into the trap. why did you stop calling? why’d you stop caring?

deciding to recover is an extremely hard and brave decision

I’m being tortured by my own damn brain

you make me feel all akjdsjkdf and kldkjgkjgdklh, you know?

send me back to the stars