Thursday, January 12, 2012


If I rest, I think inward, I go mad.

I am jealous of those who think more deeply, who write better, who draw better, who look better, who live better, who love better than I.

How we need another soul to cling to. To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence. I need this, I need someone to pour myself into.

I liked him too much - way too much, and I ripped him out of my heart so it wouldn’t get to hurt me more than it did.

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