a glorious kind of play

you are good. you'd be good for me. but i'm tired of taking goodness from others. i have nothing to offer, my hands are empty. the only thing i could think to offer, i'd rather not give. it's what got me feeling so bad in the first place.

strong tw for negative mental health . i want to cut off my flesh. if the doctors refuse to do it, maybe i have to take matters into my own hands. i am very close to not caring if i bleed out. maybe i'd rather die than have to continue living this way. th…

mother, what did you sign me up for. i can't back out now, i still have my whole life ahead of me and i don't know what to do with it. . my heart is lacking, i know that much what do you see that i don't how are you so sure devotion is infectious, i want…

she closed her ears and hardened her heart to the truth out of fear that she might have to change her ways and now the truth stares her squarely in the face and she has no choice but to change

i forgot the reason why i hate packed rooms with no place to escape. let me duck away quietly and when i come back, don't question my sullen demeanour and don't tell me it's all in my head and don't say it's fine. they all tell me it's in my head and that…

would you believe a stranger if they recounted your whole life back at you?

this is a rare post for me to make. lately i'm seeing a lot of rage bait. and i get it. it generates clicks. i mean, it works on me. i get baited into the rage every time. a part of me even gets excited when i see a bearblog post starting with, "re:". it's

where do i start?

and i've always known you wouldn't fill it. and i'm trying to jam you in there anyway. and i'm doing a bad job of it. and you... you are blissfully unaware. or at the very least, trying to avert your eyes. but the moment's gone and i hardly ever see you a…

i raised my head up and you were looking at me. our eyes immediately locked, and you didn't look away. it was i who turned away first. did i just imagine it?