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Conflicted, lost, but trying.
Sometimes I don't understand why I always try to do things the right way. Especially when they don't feel right to me. But I like to think it's because I want to make other people happy. To me, the right way is their way. Never my way. Because my right is wrong. And my wrong … Continue reading Conflicted, lost, but trying.
don’t squeak, floor creak
If the floor hadn’t creaked, I could’ve made it out without a sound, but they heard me and now there’s no way to deny it. Crissy’s parents were getting a divorce. Crissy was an old friend of mine from high school and in hindsight, if I had just told her the truth rather than trying … Continue reading don’t squeak, floor creak
the ugly truth.
We will never be ready for each other. Because we were never right for each other.
carrying on.
No, I may not know what my future looks like now, but I know what I'm going to do in the meantime.
intolerant.
I told him I would wait for him but by the time he came back, I had stopped waiting; when he asked me why, I said, “Because if you need time and space from someone you think you love, then you simply do not love them."
pinocchio love.
When you told me you loved me, your nose grew. why it grew I never knew. until someone told me it's what you do, when you lie.
How It Feels to Be Failure Me
Failure. Countless hours of studying, countless sleepless nights, wanting to be the best I can be but I just can’t seem to get it right. My favorite subject was Chemistry but to no avail, it ended me. If that statement shows ambiguity, let me rephrase: I passed with a C. Study sessions, late night frustrations, … Continue reading How It Feels to Be Failure Me
O’ Mystic River.
Lay upon me, thy depths of thy waters, Lay upon me good graces my Father. Let the path of the stream wash over my fears, May the only thing it carries is the stream of my tears. O' Mystic River. Thou shall not dream to be something worth more, Than the bounties of nature nor … Continue reading O’ Mystic River.
B.K Laurel 