I just want to know that what I’m doing is enough. I always feel like it’s not enough.
I wanted to tell you that I understand it was time to let you go the last time you left and went away.
I do not think anyone should be treated as a second-class citizen under the law.
I don’t have a blog because I want to look back at it and feel a smug sense of superiority.
Tears and snot start streaming down you’re face, as though your body is trying to clean itself by throwing out everything that’s hurting you.
I dreamt about her a few times that summer.
It’s his simplicity that’s attractive.
Hi. I never knew I’d see you again. It has been ages since I last saw you, and frankly I thought that would be the last of it.
I was so aware of the feeling of your skin against mine.
I walk into our floor, I drop to the spinning, my mind is us, I see a picture of eyes.