It's called The Notebook syndrome

A love suns couldn't set and rules couldn't right..I keep what I promise on single-starred nights. Almost a year since my head and my heart were all too viciously torn apart.

On breaking the hiatus

Maybe I'm a sucker for punishment; maybe you're too dense to care. This could very well be evident in the way I parade the shitty end of the stick -or the short end of the shit stick. I'm well aware of how I'm not alone in this struggle against consequence; there are enough complications to go around and I might've spoke of them best when I admitted I think..I really think I literally went insane..

When exactly are the Fates supposed to conspire with me? I've gotten sick of how they've missed their cues -and I swore on so many wishing stars that I'd uncovered a whole new plateau; one that didn't deal with tear-stained pillows or nostalgia or suffocating screams into an empty house.

Stupid, stupid girl; you don't waste wishing stars on swears.

Blogspot hiatus

See you when I see you.

A total wuss

I'd tell you the truth -the whole truth and nothing but the truth, if I was the slightest bit sure that I could get you to forget about the world. Why can't it be as simple as

.."I adore you more than anyone probably does..because I do cartwheels in my head (and somersaults in my stomach) at the slightest touch, and remember everything you say you'd rather forget. Sometimes I wonder if you know how amazing you are, and I always wish I could be the one to remind you of how amazing you are. Do you want me to? To adore you and cartwheel and somersault and remember and wonder and wish? Please tell me you do."

.."I do."?

Why can't it? Because I swear I do..adore you and cartwheel and somersault and remember and wonder and wish, that is..and I can't keep it up, much longer..not without you and not with these aching shoulders and flimsy ankle.

In other news, I still cannot..deal with these demons.