Sorry for hiding under your porch and grabbing your ankles when you stepped outside. Please don’t call pest control on me.
When there's simply no going back, no matter how bad I want it.They're gone. The pain travels with me through all the mundane days. A heavy burden that beats in my chest until it feels like it could explode. Days, months, and years go by. I try to numb the part of my mind that is refusing to forget. I delve... See More » (1)
I am at a loss. I just want my things back.They are holding my stuff hostage. I've asked 3 times now. I'm going to have to go to the police. I'm due to start work and need my things. My son is growing and he needs the clothes and some of the toys my family bought. My dog requires food.... See More »
I'm so stupidI almost told her I (still) love her. We're just friends now, so obviously that's not appropriate, but my feelings for her insist on persisting regardless. I'm such an idiot - she can go without expressing that stuff to me, and I should be able to do... See More »
Evening thingsPosted on a night that didn’t ask for much, and maybe that’s what made it kind. tonight feels like warm laundry. like quiet dishes drying on the rack. like background music that no one notices but your soul somehow dances to. i didn’t do anything... See More »
