#computer trash

It feels like I finally belong, like I’ve finally been taken home. After floating around for so long, lost in it all, I found the lighthouse, I found my sense of warmth. I’m home, I’m home, I’m home.

— Their love was searing hot, the kind of love that burned in your chest for days after seeing them. They were like the lit cigarette on a masochist’s arm, the skin bubbling and boiling as the masochist fell deeper in love admist the blinding pain they had building in them.

— I can’t believe that this is my body. From head to toe, I can feel every joint and socket, I can move every finger and elbow. Knowing I’m presence scares me, knowing that I’m real and not just some image I have made in my head. Other people see me, understand me, indulge in me, yet my body still seems so disconnected from everyone and everything. Sometimes reality seems like a false sense of hope I have given myself in attempt to seem alive.