just be real

try all you want, but once it’s broken it never fits back quite the same. it’s small at first- just a little space where there used to be none, but then as time goes on, it grows.

i wish i could undo all the ways you changed me

before you i believed in the good in people, but now all i see is how messed up we all are

I write about you at night because that’s when I feel the most. All the missing you I’ve hid during the day all bubbles to the surface.

“i guess it’s too much to ask for someone to just fucking stay”

if I could teach you one thing, it’d be to depend on yourself.

you may be gone, but there’s still so many remnants of you. i open my drawer and see your shirt and the ring you gave me in my jewelry box. i go somewhere and see our memories, hear your laugh. you were supposed to leave and take all the hurt with you, but you left it behind for me to deal with

put the kind of energy into the world that you want to be given to you

12:15 am. instead of falling into you, i’m falling into a darkness i know too well. you used to pull me out, but now i know i can lift myself

“girl in the world,

and so it goes. i've done enough hurting. today, tomorrow, each and everyday i will stand on my own two feet. i will stumble and i will fall and i will pick myself up. i will lean on others and i will give others strength. more than anything, i will allow myself to feel what i need to feel. i will not let others determine how i think, see, and feel myself

what i've learned is that people who want to be in my life will be. i let them come and i try to let them go. i will not let myself lose time over someone who hasn't lost any over me

i've learned that i can live without you. the thing is, i don't want to.

this year, i think more than any other has been a year of growth.  they say that hard times teach you more than good ones, and i see that now out of my brokenness comes a stronger, better me. thank you for that. thank you for breaking me

but i don't think boys like snow white skin, laced with scars on girls with eyes like the ocean after the storm. but i don't think boys like girls who'd rather drown than swim. but i don't think boys like girls who cry more than smile. but i don't think he likes me because, well...... i am me.

I have a memoir to write in English class but I can't think of anything to write about. What do I do??

My first love and I had to break up recently because of circumstances beyond our control (age, college, parents). We both loved each other very much and it has been two months and I still go home and cry in my bedroom alone about it. I can't seem to accept that we aren't together, and that he will be leaving soon. He says that if we see each other later on in life then we could be together happily but I am still completely heartbroken over this. I don't know what to do or how to handle this.