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journal fifty-nine.

the city of lights — if you don’t watch out it might just swallow you whole but then again maybe it will anyways the city of lights — remember how lonely it felt? as people passsed you by but how beautiful to watch them speed through their lives how do I become one of them?Continue reading “journal fifty-nine.”

journal fifty-five.

people are not commodities but you seem to think they’re one? calling on me when it’s convenient and a lack of effort when you’re done you see, you can be hurt by ex-lovers but what really takes the tea is when people you’ve held close as friends aren’t the type of friend you thought they’dContinue reading “journal fifty-five.”

journal fifty-three.

I broke my nails today Snapped two straight in half And at first, I couldn’t believe I did it I was in pain, yes, but I almost laughed You see, I was moving my mattress by myself Miss Strong, Independent Woman that I am And that shit is heavy But clearly I didn’t give aContinue reading “journal fifty-three.”

journal fifty-two.

when I die, bury me in tears the ones that fell from me laughing so hard I could barely keep my eyes open go to the place I loved the most, by that city view probably and write a journal of your day remember me that way for the memories I had to jot downContinue reading “journal fifty-two.”

journal fifty-one.

you are back hopefully to stay you knows it’s been a while that you’ve been away it was just a bit too much stress everything in your head was becoming a mess and damn to all the responsibilities you had when your only thought was how not to go mad so you took that hiatusContinue reading “journal fifty-one.”

journal forty-nine.

So he told you that you were pretty? That, without you, life would be a little shitty? All those sweet nothings made you feel aglow So they cannot blame you that you did not know That pretty is the equivalent of feeling fine That pretty means nothing when he cannot say “mine” In reference toContinue reading “journal forty-nine.”

journal forty-seven.

If your happiness became the only form of payment, How much more selfish would you be? What would be worth your tears? I want you to think carefully Because I really think that’s it. That’s the price we are paying. To live this life, It should go without saying That you only get to beContinue reading “journal forty-seven.”

journal forty-three.

last night, i dreamt of you and even in my dream, i didn’t think it was true i had the thought that i was dreaming told myself to wake up, and i did, so seemingly it had to be you, since still, you were there and confused i was to see you so clear whenContinue reading “journal forty-three.”