#oldarchive

30 May 2013 i sit here with a hundred reasons why i don’t want to be here. i don’t want what we are – i want more. but when you ask me if i love you, i always say yes. but with every fight, every harsh word, every misunderstanding, the cut is deeper. we skip the resolution, the neosporin, never concluding and never healing. instead the band aid, a kiss and silent eye contact, covers the wound. always, always, a scar is left. i am covered in them. but you do not notice.

20 May 2013 philosophy test today Descartes can suck it

14 May 2013 I can’t be trusted. She lets me know. The other one did, too. Anyway, I think it’s true; I know myself well. The words for truth won’t leave my thoughts. My mouth won’t make them happen I don’t want to do it. She shouldn’t trust me– but she doesn’t

12 May 2013 I don’t want to slip away from myself, but I can feel it. I’m losing sight of what I’ve always wanted, and I’m losing the confidence that has, until now, motivated my success. I know it’s because of her. But what is there to do?