Logical

A friend told me the other day that I sometimes blur the lines between reality and my emotions. It’s true. I don’t know how I feel. I don’t know how I should feel. I know I used to be loving and easygoing and genuinely happy, but now I blow everything out of proportion. I’m told … More Logical

Strangers

We can’t be friends. I thought I could do it, but I was wrong. It’s impossible to fix the past and it’s too difficult to live in the present and I find that it was better when we didn’t talk at all. Jealousy cripples me and regret never leaves. The gravity of what I lost, … More Strangers

Saudade

Do you ever just feel this overwhelming sadness? The nostalgia, the knowing that things will never be the same. Missing the things you took for granted. That loneliness, the shuddering thought that no one in the world can even begin to understand how you feel or what you’re thinking. The thought that you had what … More Saudade

Sincerity

I feel as if I live in a world full of cynics. Is it so wrong to have hope? To be optimistic and to actually want for good to happen, instead of dreading the worst? I wear rainbows on my sweaters and infinities around my neck because I’m tired of seeing weariness on the faces … More Sincerity

Damaged

Broken. That’s what I said, the word I used. That’s what I told myself, and him, as I re-read the letters. Boxed the photographs. Dreamed about us. We’re broken, we’re a mistake, we’re not happy. We were so lost in each other, we forgot who we were–and I was tired of living with the one … More Damaged

Halcyon

I’ve recently learned that some things have to end before others can begin. I used to care about different people and want different things. I cared so much, about keeping us together and staying where I was for as long as possible. I didn’t understand that some things were made to be broken. And they … More Halcyon

Unforgiving

I cannot change. No matter how hard I try, I can’t fix myself. I can’t sculpt my body to the perfect figure, or paint my face the way I wish I looked. I hate that I feel this way, that I’m so unhappy and so emotional. The problem is deep inside myself, in my soul, … More Unforgiving