Sometimes I put on makeup to run away from myself.

Sad and angry. Pretty much what I've been feeling lately hence the pictures. I'm not a good actress. But pictures serve as memories. So I'm hoping these feelings will be. For a while, at least.


He: What does love mean to you?
Me: Love is the strength to accept someone for who he/she is and to share your heart.

But you ate my heart. I ate your shit and grew back another. My body's like your personal garden.

Just remember, gardens need to be taken care of as well.

Love sucks. I hate the thought of Valentine's Day tomorrow. Surrounded by good, selfish love. I don't want to celebrate it. I just want to be part of the crazy love movement. They make it seem so special, and when you don't want us to be part of it, it makes me feel non-special and alone. Special occasions are a little amplified, but I'd love to have them. I don't mind succumbing to them because they do more good than harm. They mean something to me because YOU mean something to me. How do I run away from a world that keeps telling me what things are supposed to be? Where do I find the strength to continue to think differently? You know what I mean? Think about it. That's why I'm upset.

Sometimes I just want to join in.

I'm tired of feeling alone.

<13.