“All I want is you. Do you love me? Yeah. Can you give me another chance?” Say you’re sorry, that face of an angel comes out just when you need it to. As I pace back and forth all this time, because I honestly believed in you. How stupid I was. To believe in you,… Continue reading White Horse
Put your lips close to mine, as long as they don’t touch. I wouldn’t be able to hold back if you came any closer to me. And I’m supposed to be moving on from you. I feel out of focus. Because we are eye to eye. I feel unsteady. Unstable. Unwilling. Eye to eye until… Continue reading Treacherous
I’m a teenager. I’m young. Free. Wild. My life is just beginning. But for most of my life so far I’ve just been wondering when the emotional tornado which is my life was going to start feeling good. When all the scared of failure, screaming, fighting, petty high school drama, drunk dialling, risky texts and… Continue reading “Maybe” is a lukewarm shower
That’s the most stupid expression in the world. ‘I fell in love’—as if you had no choice. There’s a moment, there’s always a moment; I can do this, I can give in to this or I can resist it. I don’t know when your moment was but I bet there was one. ― Patrick Marber,… Continue reading He was never mine
A couple of months ago I was still “in love” with this guy. I’m eighteen so I had yet to realise that I wanted a relationship with him. And I also had yet to realise that all he wanted was a no fuss, no drama kiss at most. So even though our “relationship” was fully… Continue reading Look what you made me do (blog about you again)
No seriously. Why do I? Why do I hate my body? I don’t understand. I just don’t get why I look at myself in the mirror and hate what I see looking back. I don’t understand how I can be so smart and intellectual and how I can be so many things, so many amazing… Continue reading Why do I hate my body?
Hey guys. I hope you’re all well. It feels weird to talk directly to you all. I’ve missed you. Anyway. My heart hurts today. That physical pain that kinda makes you want to ignore it, kinda makes you want to crawl in to bed and kinda makes you want to die. But I had to… Continue reading How to know when you’re over someone