hee hee hee, why ryan, what eyeliner-lined eyes you have.
hee hee hee, why ryan, what eyeliner-lined eyes you have.
Hello who are you
Patrick. Remember?
I don't know.
Lol hu are u?
A man. Bye.
I am tired and hungry.
( A city wall and a trampoline )
I think there's something oddly restless about being made entirely out of second chances. The second chances you give others, the second chances you take for yourself. It's tiring, to do better to get better, but the easy sleep, the happy meals, the mirrored smiles and absence of paralyzing awkwardness, the gravity of being this light: I will be worthwhile.
Because I've missed you awhile friend, and my heart isn't big enough to miss you anymore.
The most beautiful birthday weekend in awhile :)
I am eighteen now- still collapsible, stumbling and awkward
i'm still skinny fat, still bulimia chipmunk face, but more comfortable in my own skin than i've been in a long time. It doesn't matter what I do- all that matters is i'm happy and i can learn to be happy this way.
Finding necessary courage now is like trying to catch smoke rings in the dark. I am learning though- to take long sleepless nights in my stride, to keep the hands from shaking, to just be happy. Be happy because 3 years have gone by with more sadness than I thought I could handle, and I survived, I am fine, and that's all that matters.
I'm going to be happy for me and all those that love me so much (time to fix my bones, fix the bruises, fix my heart).
