Current mood:	lonely
Current music:	none

I hurt. a lot. I've tried to ignore it, push it away, pretend it's irrational and therefore not real. I hate having teenaged angsty bullshit in my life. i hate talking about it... but most of all i hate that by not talking about it, i've built up this custom of not sharing my troubles with my friends and not having any friends to share my troubles with. only friends to escape with.

i can run all i want, but i can't hide... and yet, i'm not ready to face any of my fears. i'm still willing to be the martyr. i don't care what happens to me as long as i don't hurt you in the process.

Sometimes i wish movies like Eternal Sunshine had a basis in reality. it would make it so much easier for me to disappear.



Once a saviour,
Once a whore.
Teenaged freedom,
Sins explored.

Perfect, sexy,
evermore.
Words unspoken,
Heartbroke, poor.