* s t a r d u s t a g a i n s t a p a l e s k y *

A falling star is a phenomenon to an adult and magic- a miracle- to a child. Who's right? Things are what you define them. So who am I? I guess it's up to you...


*Bad Things*

I feel heavy. Like there are lead pipes glued to my hands and feet and body.

I didn't go to class. I slept for 3 hours, even though I slept last night for like 7. I feel like I could sleep again but then I won't sleep all night.

I should really start going to class again.

I hate complaining but I was literally shaking today from the emotion. I'm really trying to be calm and handle it. But sometimes things are just.. there. Sometimes.. all you can do is pray. And if you know me at all, you know I worry about everything anyway. And this is something worth worrying about. It's something that's worth fighting for. It's something.

I just don't know what to do with myself tonight. I hate that I'm reaching and reaching and reaching and grabbing air. I know I shouldn't be like this. I know it, I do. And I hate myself for it. But I hate myself more for losing you.


  • At 5:40 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    i love you



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