thoughts & declarations

This is not my skin, where your hands have been.

Do I want to be the independent woman who "don't need no man"? The answer's not clear.

If you're reading this, you're probably in it.

we don't talk anymore.

"Come on, let's go," But wait, isn't life perfect right now??

It's getting better. But there are emotions or coping mechanisms that I resort to and here they are.

I have contemplated throwing my phone out, but hey what's a first-world struggle when you see one.

Countless pet names, empty promises; your basic high school relationship narrated by a girl who looks into things too much and takes every experience to heart.

You are you. I am me. Strangers are strangers. Our moral integrity can be separate, I promise.

falsifying perfection? high expectations? coping mechanism? sleeping or not, we all dream

never do i want to discriminate, loving everyone is okay

I hope that I see the world as you did.