#crying

I used to think your eyes were like flaming sunsets. Glistening like the comfort of a campfire. Like the flames, always full of misdirection. Or maybe it was just all in my imagination. Maybe it was your manipulation leading me on, like a predator leads its prey. I would've loved you still, if yo...

i am not really good at writing, i honestly i am not good at this. well, even in uttering my words really hard for me to construct. my thoughts when i speak or write come out differently or i dont know it seems empty. not empty it just that i cannot express what i wanted…

When I was in high school I used to lay in my driveway and cry. I would just stare out at the night sky and cry. When I was twenty I would stand in front of the fridge and just scream into until I was crying, I would close the door and slide down it…

They keep asking me why don't I talk? Why don't I open up? Why don't I say what I think? I can't. It's hard; really, really hard. I'm afraid. I'm afraid that my thoughts will be too much for others. I'm afraid they won't understand me. In fact, I know they won't understand me. I…