it's love ;

Tuesday, March 11, 2014 6:27 PM

tonight is going to be one long, drawn out struggle

loved ;

6:11 PM

and as always, it's my fault again.

now that we know what truly is the problem, i think i know just the way to solve it

loved ;

Sunday, March 09, 2014 9:51 PM

Looking at all those quotes on loving oneself, all I can think of is how. Everything is just easier said than done. But after everything has been said, all that's left is that gnawing feeling.

It's funny how that same feeling can be so different each time. Gnawing emptiness. Sickening bloatedness. But really all variations on a theme.

So I draw. Like kisses on decayed flesh. I draw. And everything will be alright.

loved ;

Saturday, March 01, 2014 12:32 PM

i don't know about you, but i'm pretty tired of myself

loved ;

12:15 PM

can't help but feel that i'm just an awful failure at life. what sort of person must one be that her own father wishes she was never born? what sort of person must she be that when looking for comfort, her own sister will much rather be jealous of her clothes? just what is it about her that makes her rejected and unloved?

nothing she does will ever be enough. it's just like how she never gives mosquitoes a chance. they just die. maybe that's how the world works. if you never give others a chance, you will never be given one either. or maybe it's bidirectional - because you were never given a chance, so you will never give others one. causality has always been a tough nut. but at least one thing is for sure, development only goes one way. parenting has and always will be stable, so really i need to cling onto that and know that no, it isn't me.

loved ;