The wind blows my hair.

I’m standing on the edge again.

I wonder how many times I’ve been up here already, how many times I’ve given in and decided to try.

The edge, it’s comforting. The cold air breathes against my shoulder, my shorts clinging onto my skin. Everytime I look over the edge, I try to wonder how life would be on the other side of the bridge. Would I be happier? Would I be comfortabl...

She’s changed.

Not in a “it’s because we grew up” way but in a bad way.

She gets angry more, distant.

She used to be energetic, always listening to everyone’s problems, giving good advice, playing Cupid.

So when did she change?

She walks together with me as if nothing ever changed but it’s weird, everything’s weird. She smiles but it never reaches her eyes, she says mean things about the people ...

What is love? Love is something that makes you happy, it is something that makes you mad.

Love is something that makes you laugh so hard you fall on the floor, love is something that makes you sad.

Love is something that makes you smile, love is something that makes you glad. Love is something that makes you glee, love is something that makes you reek. Love is something that makes you grieve, lo...

“I knew, I knew what was happening. And I’m sorry I didn’t help you, I’m sorry I didn’t acknowledge you. I’m sorry I turned a blind eye to your pain.” She paused before she continued again

She didn’t look at me, wouldn’t meet my eyes. She knows that if she did, I would see the guilt on her face.

The vulnerability.

I wasn’t upset that she didn’t help, at first I was. Who wouldn’t? It was in her...

“You keep to yourself, I’ve noticed. Even before summer break you never tried to stand out, why?”

I sighed as I looked at his curious eyes, his hands tapping against his knee as he waited for an answer, an answer I couldn’t give.

“Because..” I trailed off, because what? Why do I keep to myself? “Because I just don’t like receiving attention, it makes me feel nervous.”

Why am I lying? I love att...