December 2011
I couldn’t count on your words anymore. →
Although they’re the ones I’ve been dying to hear, they seem dangerous. I’ve seen myself holding on to those words before and I realized that they were just fucking words that could be thrown away, played with and forgotten. Once you said them, I had no guarantee and assurance that they were true. Much so when you were drunk. I wanted to believe in them. I wanted to believe that you mean them with...
That awkward moment when you fall in love with a...
When I was just a little kid, I dreamt of growing...
READ THIS.
My exact reaction to this:
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