Nevermore.

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
" 'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "rapping at my chamber door;
Only this, and nothing more."

Fear is Forever

I can't help but think life is too short to do anything significant.


I don't have enough time to make a difference and let my name live on.


Most of all, I fear.


I fear rejection.

Please Don't Leave Me

When you told me you cut yourself, I cried for almost an hour. the last person to tell me that ended up dead. Not from cuts, but maybe the same reason. I will never know.


I've always wondered why things are so complicated. Why can't everything just be easy? Why can't I just know if you like me or not instead of wasting my time with these butterflies?


I guess what I'm trying to get at is I love you for who you are. Isn't that enough?

Life can be trecherous

Sometimes, I give up hope. Don't deny that you never do, because no matter how perfect your life is, there's something not right. No matter how long I look in the mirror and tell myself, "You're beautiful. Don't let anyone think otherwise. You're so gorgeous and everyone loves you," I can't feel like I'm important or pretty or funny or anything like that. What I'm trying to say is, hopefully someday I will be able to look in the mirror and see beauty inside and out. Someday my heart will be pure of blackness and my countenance will not let this martyr shine through. Love yourself as much as you can. Don't feel gross because you have a pimple. You're beautiful.