We are so used to releasing words. We don't know what to do with them if they stay.

My lines all curve. I tend to connect the wrong dots.

It is an awful thing to be betrayed by your body. And it’s lonely, because you feel you can’t talk about it.

I close my eyes. And i scream. If my whole world is crashing down around me, then I am going to make the sound of the crashing. I want to scream until all my bones break.

You could be the leaf that never falls from the tree you could be the sun that never leaves the sky this might be the happy ending without the ending this might be a reason to try

Told her she was beautiful. Didn't give up when she didn't believe me.

I try to convince myself that it's the alcohol talking. But alcohol can't talk. It just sits there. It can't even get itself out of the bottle.