I can name so many good things about myself.
Everything in you knows that they know you are not what they want.
There will be anxiety and you will be an infusion of nerves, susceptible to the slightest trigger. Each feeble disappointment, each missed bus or train, each misplaced item, each will be a catalyst.
Words are powerful, and they can help us heal broken hearts and broken spirits.
So when do you remember him? The time it takes for you to get from one breath to the next.
Feeling like anyone but yourself feels like one long night.
Last night I smoked a blunt with a 65-year-old woman.
You reassured me and told me to wait, and here I am, still waiting.
It really is possible for anyone to turn their life in a new direction, and to finally become what they once might have been.
Hangovers demand a light at the end of the tunnel, a reason to go on and actually leave your bed.