cinammon girl

It has to be mom.
No one else can l...
Limitations.
You are leaving, you are gone for good.
You told your friends, you'd never come back here again.
Stop.
What is your goal?
Remember: destroy thyself in achieving it.
Don't scare your soul, don't scream out loud.
This unfamiliar sofa is sooooo comfortable.
I worry people. Maybe I need a shrink after all?
I know I'm wrong. I must rest my eyes. Times like these make me forget composure. Make me forget who I am, who I want to be, what I want.

I can feel your body writhing in undescribable pain. Its never enough, is it?

'I' is nervous.
'I' bleeds through little holes.
'I' writes on the backs of important papers.
Oh well.
I can

Each time, his beauty pierced me through with sadness.

I want to go back to an uncomplicated happy.
this is complicated.

said the man to the lady

I will always want the one guy who stands out like a thorn in the crowd.
Your typical shy introvert, who doesn't like to/doesn't know how to dance, who probably has some amazing superpower and is actually a lot of fun once you undo his strait jacket that society put on him.

True love will wait in haunted attics.

(--)

Why must we hurt the ones closest to us?
The terrifying truth that no one else really gives a fuck.

drink the pain you can't kick away.

vida

This is good.
Constructive/destructive criticism is good.
Good for the mind, body and soul.

Now. Do I want to converse or go for a walk?
I mean of course there are many things to think about. And I've found out why I've stopped writing the way I used to. Everything is too boxed up. Pehle jo bhi tha, I was constantly surrounded by people, and their lives and hopes and dreams and inadequacies and all those sorts of things that you can steal and then write about. Sometimes they knew it was them, other times, not really.

And now that my writer's block has kicked in, I'm going to go devour ice cream.