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journal fifty-seven.

I almost died today, and I mean that in the most literal sense. Driving along the street, green light, a car turned wrong, I tensed “Babe-“, the word barely left my mouth before a loud bang occurred And there was smoke and airbags and questioning of what I had heard And thoughts of “oh shit”Continue reading “journal fifty-seven.”

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 fifty.

I love you Like birds love trees Like flowers love bees Like the moon loves the sun You’re my one And I’ll love you ‘Til all the trees die And the birds get too scared to fly And the bees forget to buzz And the flowers are all that was Left for someone to layContinue reading “journal fifty.”

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-four.

what is this feeling? i can’t help but know i’ve been here before it’s all too familiar those things crawling in my skin i’m alone but fear i can’t move i can’t be seen? breathing gets harder but i don’t know why and i’m trying to think i’m trying to place it what is this?Continue reading “journal forty-four.”

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.”