November 2009
10 posts
I was really sad about it for a while. The worst kind of sad too, the kind where...
– “Bloom” by Elizabeth Scott
Sometimes someone says something really small and it fits right into this empty...
Sometimes you gotta get fucked up to feel sober, cry to see clear and fall down...
If it didn’t really matter, you wouldn’t be spending so much time...
Anyone can easily walk away from somebody else. Nobody is forced to stay; we all...
You can try and hide your feelings but they won’t disappear.
Isn’t it amazing how much you can keep something bottled up inside of you? And...
Don’t let anyone make you think you don’t deserve what you want.
The saddest kind of sad is the sad that tries not to be sad. You know when sad...