That's a Great Question, I'd Love to Tell You

The warmth from his hand is so loud that everything else in my brain feels quiet.

Sometimes I feel scared to let people become a permanent part of my life because then, if or when they decide to leave, I’ll be forced to miss them. And I’ve been forced to miss a lot of people. I’m really tired of missing people. So it’s easier to just…not.

I think my default factory setting is Apologetic. Especially when I have no reason to be.

I want to be loved by someone who knows how to stay and knows how to love me all the time. So please, if you care about me at all, as much as you say you do, never tell me you love me again.

I’m happy to feel so immediately known by a stranger

Unless it isn't fine, in which case you'll be worried The Perfect Amount. Not that worrying The Perfect Amount can do anything to help your situation re: The Tornado, but at least you will be panicking accordingly. But then again, it's probably nothing and you're more worried than you need to be.

All I’d wanted was my very own Factory Reset, where I could completely unpack myself and select only the best and easiest parts of my personality to put back in. The parts people liked. The parts I created, tweaked, and fine-tuned so I would be someone that people liked liking. Maybe with all the strange and unlikable parts of me erased, I would transform into a Friend Maker. And if not a Friend Maker, then, for the love of god, at least someone who could easily blend in.

I’m sentimental about things that hardly matter, and I hold on to them longer than I’m meant to. Sometimes I wonder if I feel more emotional about inanimate objects than I do people.

One night a friend brought a Ouija board out at a sleepover. The number of times I was allowed back to that friend’s house for sleepovers was exactly none more times.

When things Go Without Saying, they Never Get Said, and sometimes people need you to Say Those Things So They Understand What The Hell Is Going On.

It looks messy, but I could tell you every single article of clothing in that pile right now, if you asked me to. If I can’t see something, my brain forgets it exists. So…everything eventually ends up in piles.

Cynthia drove for quite some time. Her life changed as much as she wanted, then changed even more after that. She got tired of running away from home, and all that driving didnt excite her the way it used to. Eventually, Cynthia found home in herself. Then, she found home in someone else. And then, she learned how to fall in love with staying.

If I could have any superpower, it would be the ability to project my feelings, thoughts, and memories onto a wall, so others could fully understand me without the obstacle of me failing to explain things to them.

From what I know about love

She refuses to let the grief in her heart clobber the resolve in her mind.

And that’s when I learned that no matter how good you are at something

My legs are having a bit of trouble keeping me upright

You only tell me you love me when I can’t say it back. Why does it take me finding someone that is kind and nice and treats me well

This is not healthy and I know that

(If you give yourself a little more time

So Many Years of His and Hers

He told Her that I’ve always belonged to Her. that He’s only been borrowing me. that He wants to

My brain is in outer space

Have you ever been stuck in one of those nightmares where you try screaming and nothing comes out? It’s like I’m living the real-life version of that every time I get close enough to someone to consider them a friend. I feel like I trick them by being able to talk while they’re still a stranger. And then one day

If I could have any superpower

If I can’t see something