Sadly, both require the same amount of energy.
misguided ghost.
blind optimist.
victim of circumstance.
certified psychopath.
impossible to forget.
hard to remember.
hopelessly boring.
recklessly determined.
secretly rotten.
confidently lost.
light sleeper.
heavy dreamer.
a little bit pretentious. feeble-minded but full of potential.
spirit is willing but the flesh is weak.
mind & heart are full of
words, most of which
I don't say.
I don't have a soul,
I am soul.
I have a body.
I am a girl built upon
the wreckage of myself.
holding onto sixteen as long as I can.
searching for validity in my experiences through my words.
I am no big deal, really.
I am who I am, no excuses.
original blog:
oh-thatjessica
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Sadly, both require the same amount of energy.
you came into my life & you changed me for the better & then you left. you cannot even begin to understand how unfair that is. how can you just build me up into a better person only to completely demolish me in the end? once you were gone, I changed again but this time it wasn’t for the better, I was back to where I was before I met you, possibly even worse than that. I became miserable, bitter, afraid, irrational, deeply unhappy, and eventually just numb to all these things. I pushed away the most important people in my life & built up walls where bridges should be. I came very close to becoming the person i’ve always been so afraid of turning into. I turned into a horrible, terrible person but I decided I wanted to change that. i’m still working on that but I have changed for the better in some ways more than others. i’m a work in progress & i’m still constantly changing & evolving; the only difference now is that I have to do it all without you… it’s not fair & it’s not easy.
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she felt insignificant, that’s all.
especially at night with the lights off,
or whenever she looked up into space.238,850.737 miles
that’s the distance to the moon,
she thought, trying to breathe
but unable to move her lungsbecause the distance between things
was measured more in feelings
than feet—and she felt it, deep and encompassing,
inside every part of her,
as if it were swallowing her up.
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I like to think to myself that it’s you calling just to hear the sound of my voice. Or that you wanted to say something, but backed out last minute because you freaked and couldn’t get a word out. I like to think that after you hang up, you feel like kicking yourself for not talking, but then a…
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