an unedited plea to the corpse of the man I once loved. heartbreak, healing, and self-love, three years later.

Broken glass, sweaty floors, empty girl, uncertain words.

"they've got planes and trains and cars, I'd walk to you if I had no other way" -Plain White T's

Dear Mama, let me take a stand.

“I don’t want to have feelings because one way or another I’ll mess things up. I mess everything up. It’s my thing."

Instead of just being alive, I FEEL alive...

There's not a person in this world who's never been hurt, so this is for everyone.

This is ugly, but it's real.

Ten reasons why I write.

Things I should have done to break him before he broke me.

Promises I made to myself in dire times...

Words to the boy I loved and lost.