I can feel your pain deep in my bones.

I really admire you and the person you have become.
You must not know me. You shouldn’t admire me. If you had my brain, or stepped into my skin. I think you would admire everything around yourself except yourself
I’m going to be lonely tonight. Meh.I wanna stay up until school starts, and I’ll go. I’ll do the same as I do everyday. And I’ll come home mad. I’ll go to the gym. I’ll visit the hospital.
I’ll think thoughts that I fear no one else could ever understand. Or they look at me and think of the most boring things, and they could never care.
I want texts, and mail. And questions.
Why does my life has to be so depressing and plain all the time?

FEELING..
Like I should post this, just so I don’t lose it. I had to take it off so everything could fit on the side.
My obsessions include but are not limited to; red hair, blogging, lazy sundays, seattle, old buildings, holding hands, learning espanol, photography, music, longboarding in the rain, discovering new bands, cutting my hair, thrifting, writing my book, the bible, jones soda, TOMS, paint brushes, sunlight, insomnia, flickr, hugs, people watching, poetry, coffee shops, piercings, v-necks, blonde hair and blue eyes, flirting, tagging, cafe vita, tall people, bones, crooked teeth, late night calls, pokemon, concerts, Andrew Nichols, natural beauty, literature, 1920’s, surrealism, little moments that make only me smile.

It’s hard to know you won’t be here. There won’t be coffee in the kitchen, that you’ve made. You won’t be sleeping on the couch when I come home from school. You’ll be off in your own life. Your own world. With a new family, and new people to care about. You said, “Don’t let what happens to us define you as a person, Mariah.” I won’t let it define me. But it still is going to be part of who I am. The man that has lived in this house for the past 16 years of my life. This shadow, has already defined my life. I’m going to miss you, Dad.

need to write, need to write.
It’s odd. This place I’ve wound up in. I’m reading the writings and drawings scribbled all over the wall. I threw all those CD’s and letters you wrote me in the fire. To burn. Through all the miles I’ve picked up laying on this cold ground, and the hours I’ve spent worrying about who I was. I just needed to be angry. The rabbit crawled from my chest and whispered in my ear, “You’ll regret this you know. Stop.” All I could do was make a black hole in the earth hoping every feeling I’ve ever had would go there with it. “All these things you do while you’re angry. You’ll be more upset after it’s over with child. All the memories and treasures you saved in that chest, you’ll cry now that they are gone. Because you loved that person more then your heart can fathom. It was no fallacy. Stop. Go back.”And time rewound. The flames sucking back into nothing. And my head went to being straight. The screams hushed into my lips and I went back to hanging my coat up on the first bar. I went back.



Myy sissstaaaa :DMy laughs, my sarcasm, my joy, my bestfriend, my helping hand, and my advice.I wouldn’t be the person I am today without you right by my side :)Mia: What should I write about Sara?! Sara:I dunno? Mia: Welll tell me.. Give me a subject? Sara:Write about… your armpit? Mia: My armpit, on certain days, doesn’t smell very good. On the weekends it has a very distinct “I have leftover deoderant on” then some days it smells liike a rejected fart. Some days it smells like dove, sercret, suave, whatever I decided to stick in the pit. But right now it smells like I need to shave kay thanks. Bye.
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BOOM.
Everything is beautiful and nothing hurts. Every song is compiled wonderfully and leaves me laying on the floor, empty. It’s how I feel most days. Especially when the rain falls. I watch it outside, singing to the little drops. They are just as significant as me. My dreams are filled with your face. My sheets caress me in every way possible, they make me feel like I’m worth a little more then nothing. Today is yesterdays tomorrow, and every crack in the sidewalk is a new adventure. Laughter is a rejected tear. The tree outside has no leaves but I’m glad I’ll be here to see it be happy again. Everyday is something new. Yesterday is gone. Today I sat down to write a letter to you, even though I forgot your address. Maybe the mail woman will know just how much you mean to me. She will drive the long hours, all night and most of the frosty morning. Till she ends up on your door, and hands it to you. You’ll leave it in the living room and the other mail will end up on top of it. My love will collect dust and eventually we will forget about each other, like we are supposed to. Like everyone else does. Pretending this never even happened. Then I won’t keep coming back to it, my brain won’t keep having these memory hiccups. Today, was a bad day. I shut up all the light in my room and lay in the middle of my floor. We were together. Looking at each other. You touched my face and ran your fingers across my nose. I opened my eyes, to find myself alone. It hit me just then, I like being alone, because I’m comfortable this way. It’s how it’s been how it always will be. I’m still going to love the way it feels to feel numb, to stretch my fingers out and feel every pull of my muscles. To write the way I feel. Seeing a good friend, for the first time.. in a long time. Get a message from someone who mattered. Waking up to sunshine on my face. Being submerged so deep in myself that I don’t want to leave, that I’m okay with this disgust that I harbor. Lowering my eyelids on the horizon, and seeing that everything surrounding me is beautiful. I am beautiful. All that I ever had, is all that I was going to get.

I feel as if I just misspelled that. My mom made cookies. Mm. I have found like a billion flickr’s in the past five minutes and I’m going crazy.I cannot wait to pick up my film camera.
I want to develop them on my own. I just realized I started all these sentences with I.
Oh man.
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"He’s in a different state. There is nothing to offer except a few pictures, his voice, and a phone call once in a while. He’s nothing to lose sleep over. And if he meant anything he had said, he would be knocking at that door right there. He hasn’t. And you have people here that care about you and what’s going to happen to you. If you got hurt tomorrow, he wouldn’t show up. He wouldn’t even know and if he did, he still wouldn’t come to you. He is nothing to be hurt over."

There are lots of things I would like to not think about so much. But I don’t think I wouldn’t want those memories in my brain. Because everything that I have ever had to go through or anything feeling I’ve had. It’s made me who I was. And I thank those people who made me feel so bad about myself because I know I’ll never feel that low again.

I wish I was a wolf.
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I’m never ever going to be able to do things right. I’m always going to do things for the wrong reasons. Miss people without them missing me. I’m always going to be different. I’m always going to be screaming. I can’t stand myself. Through all the things I change. And all the ways I try to be something else. I wish I had someone to talk to, someone who didn’t know anything about me. That couldn’t say they knew me, and they couldn’t judge me. They could just listen to my story and I could listen to theirs.
I realized today, I am ignored so much. I try to say things and no one cares. And people don’t want to get to know me. I’m so endlessly boring. And uninteresting.
Maybe it’s just one of those days.


Stop thinking about the past, and how much you and other people fcked up. Those things already happened, and you can’t go back and change them. And you know, you still want to be friends with Alex but he’s just not letting you. I’m pretty sure he knows you still want to be friends with him, so obviously it’s not worth it. Keep telling yourself this everyday so you can live a happier life. These people hurt you, and they don’t care. Deal with it.
From,
Sophie
Oh. I know this feeling.

you can't put your arms around a memory

I’m not supposed to talk about it.
The rain is everywhere right now. It’s so warm. I remember what you said, about us together. In the rain. I’m not supposed to think about it, or talk about it. Because in my mind I pretend like it never happened. But if you may know, every time it rains I think about you. Once in a blue moon. I can’t help it though. It comes down so hard and when I’m feeling completely endless. I remember. It ruins my night.

Oh.. my.
I was in the car, and the rain was beating down so hard on the winsheild that I couldn’t see the road. If I closed my eyes.. I knew I could find the road, with all it’s potholes and bumps. All the turns and twists that lead me home. I could find those. I could see them and feel them. This place where I’m at. The place that they call home. I’ve traveled it so many times it’s part of me. Today I felt so tiny. I want to know the roads all the way to California. I want to stretch my fingers on the map and recognized the bike parks of Oregon, and the waves at Seaside. I want to stretch across the country where I live and know my aunt’s field in Tennessee. I want the tall buildings and architecture of New York to be in between my fingers. There are continents and countries, people I’ve never seen and will never see again. I want so bad to touch it all, to see it all. Then I want to sit all those people I meet down and listen to what they have to say. I want to hear about everything. All the things they kept back from everyone. If I could I would spend my whole entire life brushing my feet across the earth, even if I didn’t make any marks. Any impact. I just want to know that your footsteps may have been in line with mine.


Day 1
Dear Sara,
You’ve heard how much I love you a thousand times. I can’t tell you how much of a friend you have been to me. You’ve seen me at my absolute worst. You’ve seen me when everyone else would walk away. Over this past year I really don’t know what I would do without your guidance and laughter. Honestly, it’s been the best year and half of my life. I feel like we’ve been best friends forever. And when someone asks me who my best friend is, I have no hesitation because you are the only one who says they’ll be there and mean it. Maybe tumblr wants me to tell you something profound and wonderful, but I’m not going to. I think I’ve said everything tear worthy kid. All I know is, you don’t find people like you. You don’t find more Sara Peterson. You don’t find people who hold you when you cry, or buy you things even though it makes you feel bad. I’m not going to find someone who thinks I’m cool because I pick the skin off my sunburn or pees in her backyard with me. People like that aren’t just walking around. You know the promises I have made and all the plans we have together when we get older. I’m glad I have another sister. And really all I can say to you is.. Thank You. I wouldn’t be who I am today without you.


Dear Mom and Dad,
You’ve spent 24 years arguing with each other. Mom, you spent most of your life trying to tell people you love them. You put everyone in front of you, you aren’t perfect but who is? You make me angry sometimes, you make me frustrated, but if you weren’t hear I don’t know what I’d do with my life. I don’t know who I would be or what I would do with my life if you weren’t hear guiding me. People don’t always understand you, but I am just like you. From your eyes to the way you move your hands, to how you handle people’s feelings. How strong I am and my flaws, I wouldn’t want them to be from anyone else. I love you, and I hope you know how much I mean that.
Dad, you think I want nothing to do with you, and that’s not true. I’ve gone sixteen years trying to hear you say I love you and I never really realized what those words meant until you are starting to leave. I’m always going to care about you, you’ve helped me become strong and know just how beautiful my life is. I’ve learned so much from you and I see much of you in myself. I know you won’t always be here at home, but I want you to know I WANT you to be there when I graduate and give me a hug, help me move all the boxes when I move out. I want you in my life, these 16 years I’ve always known you loved us. Don’t be afraid to let us in. I hate seeing you cry. I love you.

I want to be beautiful and wild and free like you. When we are in the car your hair is just long enough for me to run my fingers through and your beard is just long enough to tickle my cheek when you lean in to whisper the day into my ears. I want so much for you to touch every ocean and avenue we see. I want to take you everywhere. The sun is setting tonight. The wolves howl with the midnight sun. Trust me tonight. I won’t say I love you. I won’t ask you to stay. I just want you here, I want all of you here. Tonight. With me.

Day 5
Dear Dreams,
Without you, ever word I’ve ever written would be a lie. Maybe I should be thanking my self conscious, but I’m only ever inspired after I wake up. With all the saw dust and shooting stars I’ve collected in my brain, you’ve produced a kaleidoscope filled with something I struggle to put in words. But you inspire me, thank you, Dreams.

Hahahahaha.
10 Rules for Dating my Daughter Rule One: If you pull into my driveway and honk you’d better be delivering, because you’re sure not picking anything up.
Two: You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her while talking, so long as you do not peer below her neck. If you cannot keep your hands off of my daughter’s body in public, I will remove them from your arms.
Rule Three: I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don’t take this as an insult, but I think you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: Should you come to the door with your underwear showing and/or your pants ten sizes too big, I will not object. However, in order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact, come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waistline.
Rule Four: I’m sure you’ve been told that in today’s world, sex without utilizing some kind of “barrier method” can kill you. Let me elaborate, when it comes to sex, I am the deadly barrier. You will not have sex with my daughter until after you marry her. My permission is required before you make any proposal to her. Any attempts to do so will result in your disappearance. No, I will not make this a public affair that would embarrass you. Your disappearance will say more than a public announcement.
Rule Five: It is usually understood that in order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only words I need from you on this subject is:”Sir” and “early.”
Rule Six: I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you scream.
Rule Seven: As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating my daughter. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process than can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don’t you do something useful, like cutting my lawns or changing the oil in my pickup trucks?
Rule Eight: The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are no crowds, beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or carefree happiness. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka — zipped up to her throat. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual theme are to be avoided; movies which features chain saws or hangings are okay. Hockey games are okay. Old folks homes are better.
Rule Nine: Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a potbellied, balding, middle-aged, dimwitted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless God of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have only one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. In my shop and my home I have many chemicals, such as hot lime, many firearms, shovels, a backhoe, and five hundred acres behind the house. “Do not mess with my mind if you wish to see the next sunrise. Short truthful answers are best”.
Rule Ten: After dark, you will blow your horn once, only once, when leaving the highway. As soon as you pull in front of the house, you should exit the car with both hands in plain sight. Speak in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, remain standing next to your car. Do not escort my daughter to the front door hoping for a kiss on the cheek — there is no need for you to come inside my home after the sun sets. After my daughter enters the house, restart your car and quietly leave my property. The speed limit is 10 mph entering or exiting the property. Do not stop to chat with the man holding the night sight equipped rifle, that will be me. Cautionary Niota: Be afraid of me. Yes, very, very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistakenly determine that the dust cloud from your fancy car on the dirt road from the highway is an attack on our home. After the sunsets, as I wait for you to bring my daughter home, Agent Orange or other things I have been exposed to frequently start acting up, the voices in my head tell me to clean, lock and load all the weapons in my arsenal. To prepare for a Level ONE attack after dark. I have confused the sound of musical noises coming from a young mans car in my driveway with a Huey chopper firing into a rice paddy outside Da Nang during a midnight mortar attack, so turn the music off! I hope you have a pleasant experience dating my daughter!


Day 6
Dear Stranger,
I suppose this could be to everyone on tumblr. Everyone who doesn’t know me that reads this. Because you don’t know me nor do I know you. Whoever you are, I want you to know that you’re beautiful. The most beautiful person maybe. Through all the decisions you feel are wrong and all the times you feel sick to your stomach because of who you are, remember that your life is a piece of art. Every piece that is put together makes who you are, and the person you are, who you’ve become can never be taken away by anyone but yourself. Whether you do drugs, or you don’t. Your parents are divorced or not. You’ve been hurt, you’ve been saved. You’re in love, you hate them. All the things you do and will do are not insignificant, in anyway. You will never be worth nothing, and I hope you remember that.
I don’t even know you and I love you.


Day 7
Dear HJH,
Today I’m supposed to write to a an ex crush? I guess you count as that. You can deny as much as you want. But I’m not going to deny it, I did like you at one point. The funny thing is.. all this time I thought of all the things I could possibly say to you if you had a chance to read them, but I have nothing to say to you. Idgaf kid.
Sincerely, Mariah.

I’m peering into the sun and my aspirations and dreams wither within the flecks of light. I desire to see what you see, hope what you hope, dream what you dream. This way I can’t call it my own, I can’t be ashamed of a life I won’t stand to live. I reach out over this map, closing my eyes. Imagining what it feels like, every mountain peak, rough.. majestic. These waves rush into my finger tips washing away what i have done. Aspiring to go everywhere, feel everything. To let life take my very breath away. To understand how infinite my heart feels to be different. Shed tears over the beauty of these words. Finally grasp the profoundness of finding love through all the hate. Then, I beckoned you over. We talked without words, and we loved without touch. I saw the simplicity of you and adored it. Take this mask I wear, store it in the cellar, bury it if you must. Learn the new lines of my face. The ones forming from change. My dear, excuse me, for I am a monster. I wallow in self disgust, and you do not know this pain. Although, I will not fulfill the common hiccup of words.. you are worthless. I’m sitting in the windowsill the phrase racing through my head. The wind is coming through the gap where I sit. Leaving me cold. I hear something, a still ringing in my ear. A sweet lullaby almost, calling me. I leaned and leaned, a little too far out the window. Oops, curiosity. I fell silently, because my mouth had been scribbled out. Then I lay there, in the rose bush, broken. Until you took my hand and taught me to walk again.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/glitterdeers/3953156263/

Day 8
Dear Christopher,
You are the coolest kid I know. You enjoy silly things and I can’t believe that it’s been a year since we started talking, at least a school year :p We have many inside jokes that I can’t call to mind at the moment and you make me LOL via text every time we talk. Day eight is to write to your favorite internet friend, and that would be you (: Because you may potentially be a girl, or sitting in your mom’s basement being a 40 year old man, I love you all the same kid. Not quite sure what I should say, but I giggled while writing this so that means enough said!
LMAO.

Day 9
Dear Andy Hull,
Today is day nine. I have been asked to write to someone I would like to meet. I am in love with your lyrics. I’ve listened to the songs over and over again. It seems almost materialistic and typical that I would want to meet a music artist but besides Jesus, or maybe Hitler. Or Andrew Landon, someone of that importance. I would want to meet you. I’m sure I sound like some fan girl which is creepy because you look considerably older then me, but I am an odd one. I always will be, can’t change that, and I can feel your music and what you are writing about. I don’t hear it. I over analyze it. It’s never just the beats that are pumping through me, the words you sing and the emotion you sing them with pump through me also. I sound like such a fag and a half -_- But honestly, you are truly a beautiful person and I don’t even know you. Also, your beard rocks the casbah.
Cool story bro.Sincerely, Mariah

Day 10
Dear Bee,
It makes me really sad that we aren’t friends anymore. Although I already have a best friend I wish you and I would have never stopped talking. I’m sure it’s partly my fault that I don’t make the effort to talk to you more but friendship is not a one way street. I don’t have any idea what’s going on in your life or what you have been through since we stopped talking but I wish I did. You used to be my best friend and I miss you dear. If you read this, stop by and say hello for me. We need to sit down and catch up on all the time that’s gone by.

Day 12
Dear Myself,
You have caused yourself so much pain. You are the biggest screw up I know. I wish that you would be somewhat normal. That you would stop running away from people. That you would forget about people, quit caring about them, because they don’t care about you. Quit hoping that everything will be okay for you and that you’ll never have to fight for the things you want. Everything that you have ever done, and will do. In the end. Will amount to nothing, kid. Here’s looking to you, and the rest of your life.
Sincerely,
Me.

I have come to an odd realization today. I am SUCH a wallflower. Honestly, I sound like a faggot, but it’s true. I’m such an awkward turtle in groups. Like I will crack that occasional joke and what not, but I do weird things. I don’t think like other people. I get those odd looks from everyone because they think I’m weird and I feel like nobody ever understands what I am saying. I’m really starting to become a recluse. Today I got invited to go to the mall and to be honest I just didn’t want to go. I wanted to go home and sleep or something. Or play with my camera. Or write something. People are so odd to me, also. I have really been paying attention to this more often then not. Sometimes I look in the mirror and I just don’t feel real. If you sit and take a second to process where you are and the things that are going on around you, you would see that life is very very overwhelming. Human beings are so tiny compared to everything.. I can’t even explain the things I felt today. I feel so aware and awake to everything. I wish I could find the words. But I can’t for now.
Meh, I want someone to text me and make me feel special.I expect too much.
I’m not deep, I’m not original. Ask me deep and wonderful things.

I have an unhealthy fear of the dark.

A deep sigh. To end my night. I am thinking about a lot of things.
I want to write, and I can’t find the words right now.That makes me feel lost.. I don’t like it.

Day 13
Today I am supposed to write to someone who I wish would forgive me..
I have no one to write this letter to.Dear Anyone I’ve Hurt,
I’m sorry that things had to go bad between us. I said really mean things because I was angry. I’m not sorry for that because I meant what I said. But I hope you can forgive me, if you haven’t already. I loved you once and will always love you, just know I’ll always have a spot inside me that I saved up for you. It’s still there. I will always care.
I love you.Sincerely, Mariah

Day 16
Dear Rocelyn,
Today I am writing to someone who lives in another state. I thought I’d tell you that I love you, and I am glad you and I started talking. Because a lot of things I don’t think I would see through without your kind words. The other day I almost texted you and asked if you wanted to hang out but I realized you were really far away :/ It’s okay, one day I’ll surprise you or something :p I just wanted to let you know that you are really a special person, and even though I’ve said it before I’ll say it again. You can do anything you put your mind to because I have never met anyone like you. You care very much about others and little about yourself, you actually take time to have conversations with people and you want to listen to what they have to say. You don’t find that very often. You are quite genuine. Keep being true to yourself and don’t ever change. I’ll never meet another Rocelyn. So keep it that way (:
Sincerely,
Mariah


I can’t believe I had forgotten how beautiful love is. I think my love for certain people is the only thing keeping me alive.


I haven’t picked up a pen in days. Not to write anything decent. I remember my dreams more now. They come more vivid, tearing into my pupil. Closing my mouth and taping my eyelids. I’m starting to lose trust in everything, even myself. I don’t know what’s real and what’s not. I keep asking why. Come down to the river mom, hold me in the water and let those bugs crawl under my skin. Make me understand. Make me see something real. All these miles we’ve traveled, back and forth. I can smell the burning rubber in my head. I can feel the road falling apart. I need to stop. I need to stop destroying everything I am. I don’t know how.

Day 18
Dear Person I’d like to be,
I can see you clearly in my head. I know who you are. I know the person I am now. I know I can’t change her, who she is. I’ll always be like this. But there are days, when I’m by myself and I observe the atmosphere I am in just a little bit more. And that song Mad World keeps skipping on the record in my head over and over. It’s depressing how alone I am. Honestly. I will never have “Something about me” Although being needed by people would be nice. Or to have a decent conversation with someone. I see this girl, she knows exactly what she wants, and she isn’t afraid when she walks down the street, hospitals and friendships don’t make her nervous. She doesn’t think about things, she just does them. She doesn’t run away from everyone. She’s thin and has the right hair and her eyelashes are dark enough so that she doesn’t have to wear make up. She knows what to say when someone says they are on acid, or they want to quit drinking. She doesn’t make her mom wish she didn’t have her. She makes her dad stay. She can make things work. I don’t know anymore. I don’t know what’s wrong with me now. I know it won’t change because I don’t want to change. I’m comfortable this way. Because that’s just how I am.. weird or whatever you want to call me.
Sincerely,
Mariah

mother, i’ve tried, please believe me,i’m doing the best that i can.i’m ashamed of the things i’ve been put through,i’m ashamed of the person i am.

the 30 day challenge.

GET IN MY POCKET YOU HANDSOME NERDY LOOKING MAN.

Dear No-one,
I don’t think anyone has broke my heart the “hardest” yeah, shit happens. Welcome to reality. We break our own hearts, if you don’t want to let go of people then don’t let go of them. If others let go of you, they had their reasons. Respect them if you love them as much as you do. If people do shitty things in relationships or friendships, things that are dick moves, were they really worth it? People who care about you, deserve you, and love you. Honest to god love you.. don’t hurt you. So, no one has really hurt me, I’ve just made a nest and laid in it. If that makes any sense.

I think I liked things a lot better when me and you used to run around on my street acting hysterical. Or lay in the floor for so many hours on end, with nothing to say.. that was okay with you, you were never bored. And when we would ride in your car to places we didn’t even knew exist. “I swear I’ll never forget” I keep running around in fields and chasing the river, laughing, turning around. Looking at thin air. I’m getting 93 percent oxygen and 7 percent bullshit. I wish people didn’t have to lie.

I couldn’t help but giggle, just a little bit.


please explain to me the 236 days of forgetting
Well since you said please. About 9 months ago, a light bulb clicked in my head and I realized that I had some decisions to make, so I made those choices. When I was first really upset about it I thought that maybe 236 days was how many it would take to forget about it. That I counted all the days forgetting about that person, and for some reason that number came into my head. It really only took me about 30 days, ahaha. but it has just kind of stuck with me. I like the way it sounds. If you weren’t an anon I would make my answer more personal, I guess.



236 Days of Forgetting
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