I just want to make art, read books and find someone who likes me enough to kiss my face.

I woke up empty, like I had nothing.

With the residue from the lovers kiss still on my lips,
The comfort from his hug still on my chest,
Today seems like a great day to commit suicide.

I knew I was in trouble when I realized all of my dreams were either about dying or kissing you.

The trick of attraction, is that it doesnt make any sense.

Love is an illusion of happiness created by the mind to trick the heart into thinking it has what it truly desires.

When I was in the 6th grade,
I wrote a suicide note.

It was the first time I believed someone loved my writing.

When does prayer start to feel like a monologue?

You have a beautiful mind and thank-you for sharing it with me.

Do you ever look up from reading a book and get disoriented because you're actually in your bedroom or class or somewhere that isn't the story.