It sounds dumb, but meeting you was like looking in a mirror and having my soul (at its most alive) stare back. It was terrifying because I knew that if you ever hurt me i would be *devastated**. I think I met you as a sign, as an alarm. You woke me up; showed me the light because you're an angel.Maybe that makes it okay that we'll never speak again, but I still don't want that to happen. Please...

Looking out one foggy window, clearing it. Moving onto the next, clearing that, and then moving onto the next which is a mirror. Moving onto the next, then the next, then back again to old windows and mirrors sometimes, until I die.I can't see clearly, sometimes I can't see at all. Emotions and physical reactions are imminent yet buried. Everything is so repetitive. I've seen everything a million...

I write down odd memories I have when I'm on break at work. I purposely break minor traffic laws. I find myself spacing out for unknown amounts of time, not even daydreaming or thinking of anything in particular. No matter how much I eat, I'm still hungry and no matter how much I starve I still don't want to eat.When I looked into the mirror I wanted to be something more than who I saw. I wasn't...

Hello all. Have not been on this site in ages. I would be surprised if anyone had any idea who I am, but maybe that would be for the better. I have changed a lot since I was last on the site years ago. Several events happened in my life which changed my views on many things.I rarely have the time to spend on the internet anymore. I have the day off however and a conversation between my roommate...