jueves, 27 de febrero de 2014

She tasted like alcohol and mistakes.
— Six Word Story 
Sometimes we get sad about things and we don’t like to tell other people that we are sad about them. We like to keep it a secret. Or sometimes, we are sad but we really don’t know why we are sad, so we say we aren’t sad but we really are.
— Mark Haddon, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time
“In truth, you like the pain. You like it because you believe you deserve it.”
Marya Hornbacher
“I’m like that. Either I forget right away or I never forget.” 



Waiting for Godot

i feel like i am only existing. i want to be living. i just constantly feel like i’m missing out on everything someone my age should be experiencing. having a tight group of friends, real love, endless nights. there’s plenty more. i feel like something’s holding me down and i’m wasting my life away and before you know it it’ll all be gone.

miércoles, 19 de febrero de 2014


I already said too much. I already shared too much, and I want all my secrets back. I hate getting close to people these days, I always regret sharing too much, caring too much, doing too much, feeling too much.