December 2009
i never thought i’d walk away from you.
i did.
it’s a false sense of accomplishment every time i quit. anyone can see my every flaw, it isn’t hard.
sometimes people like you seem too good to be true.
everyday things seem to be constantly moving, as if it’s one minute, one car ride, one recipe, one homework assignment after another. everything is routine, like clockwork. sometimes i feel like i can hear life ticking, passing slowly, but then i realize it’s just my heart beat. like our hearts are clocks for our lives and suddenly...