WonderingYou know that sometimes I think that my skin is ripping itself away from my core on purpose, like a validation, a badge of honor adhering to the correctness of the way that I think. Although I am wrong, and even the badge knows that. So maybe I don't understand society and its utter hate for certian colours on certian people; maybe I really truly hate following the rules that I can't comprehend but maybe I just want this to end and you don't know me. Not at all. Not even a little bit.Wondering10 months ago in Letters More Like This
Today, my eyelashes are flinging themselves to the wind, but they're keeping their wishes for a better soul.
I decided, last week, that I would lose 25 pieces of myself in the hope that maybe I'll find someone easier to love, harder to hate. I know that this looks just like my fifteen-year-old destructiveness but I promise you that I only know how to pair love with pain. And it makes sense to me. Don't ever take something away from someone before you know what it means to them, because maybe it means thei