—ᥫ᭡ᴅʀᴀɴᴋ ᴅᴜᴍʙ ʙɪᴛᴄʜ ᴊᴜɪᴄᴇ

i am trying to stop doing things that don't make any sense. body， forgive me. i am trying. i am trying. i am still trying.

i am not meant for casual. i was born for soul crushing devotion.

if you were to come looking for me，i need you to know that i would let you find me. i need you to know that i'm never going to stop waiting for you，no matter how hopeless the wait may be.

you'll ache. and you're going to love it. it will crush you. and you're still going to love all of it. doesn't it sound lovely beyond belief?

you are killing me， and you are keeping me from dying. that is love.

you freeze up in childhood， you go numb， because you cannot change your circumstances and to recognize， name， and feel the emotions and their cruel causes would be unbearable， and so you wait.

rage is a quiet thing. well， you think that you've tamed it but it's just lying in wait. rage， is it in my veins? i feel it in my face when i least expect it.

you can't let your womanly emotions consume you. you don't wanna end up like your mother now， do you?

PART OF ME DIED IN ORDER TO SURVIVE. I MAY GROW AGAIN， BUT I'LL NEVER BE THE SAME.