Bum bu bum///bum bu bum The ear shattering beat of my heart drumming in my chest. I have to focus So I dont forget how to breathe. Its 2:20am and I’m suffocating. The ptsd from the past haunts like a hungering nightmare. My chest is collapsing but not because of the exhale of my breath….
because
1. because I wanted to fill the hole left in my heart and I needed a distraction. 2. because I thought you cared about me. 3. because I was young and dumb and impulsive. 4. because I thought it would be different this time and you’re the one that started this whole mess. 5. because…
My last post about you- I’m not good at goodbyes
Im not good at goodbyes. I love more than I get and I give more than I receive. I spent sophomore to senior year on a roller coaster trying to love the unlovable. Never wanting it to stop because of the fear. The fear of being unloved. I hid the scars day after day saying…
#different
My mom got a bag full of Laffy Taffys. Enjoy.
Dear Augustmoon,
Dear August Moon, You probably don’t know me, but for the last couple of months, I’ve pretended to be you. I never meant any harm or had any bad intentions. I guess I just wanted a new slate. I found myself to admire and flourish in you. During late nights I would think of you….
i guess it’s time to reveal
I’ve found life in you. thank you. But that doesn’t stop me from feeling this fear inside my bones. i’m scared. Scared that once you know me. It won’t matter to you anymore. And all our connections and conversations will remain where they first took breath. That same place I found life. God. How can…
11:11
Make a wish What do you wish for?
A day in the life of me (hour by hour)
8am had weird dreams, just wanna go back to bed. Idk why but it feels harder to get up every day. 9am ready for churchhhhh definitely had cake for breakfast sooooo yea let’s gooo 10am sacrament went over haha but what’s new. Definitely was distracted the entire last two talks with mom. We watched this…
Dear ______,
Dear Younger Me, It’s not your fault. You did your best with what you had and that’s what matters most. Dear younger me, you are so loved. Don’t forget who you are and what you mean to me. You made me who I am, you made me who I love. Dear younger me, If I…
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