health.

only nine hundred and eighty-two needed.

On another note, only four more days until March 5th!

i am hungry.

the closest thing to sorry.

To whom it may concern:


How does it feel, to have the tables turned on you? The humiliation, the whispers, the barely concealed contempt… Can you believe this atrocity? It’s funny how things can change in just a matter of days. You. Me. Him. Everyone. Quiet words and surreptitious side-glances have evolved into loud comments and blatant sneers. You have no sympathizers for what you’ve done in the past. No one, except me. I am the one who ignited this mess.



And now, I am just like you.
What have I become?

whenever, wherever, forever.

Can I keep this moment?

Can I seal it in a glass bottle,

So that it will last forever?

Or, it can stay in my back pocket,

And wherever I go,

Your laughter will follow.

I don’t want this feeling to leave;

The giddiness and sunny smiles,

With the air of reckless freedom

And lighthearted playfulness,

This warm emotion,

Blossoming inside,

Can stay with me.

Slowly and surely,

If you forget,

I will take out the moment,

And remind you of our silly dreams.

I’ll take good care of it,

I promise.