diamonds are beautiful but they are also strong I’m no diamond, though some say I’m pretty they don’t mean it the ones who criticize mean it if they care enough to say something mean they probably mean it I’m not strong, not even a little not physically nor mentally I’ve tried the gym but I don’t eat enough protein all the effort I put in doesn’t matter whatever I do doesn’t matter I cry too much ...

you’re the wish I make at 11:11 the one commonality in all of my sweet dreams my lucky numbers are your birthday and how many letters are in your name if I ever find a four-leaf clover I hope I’m lucky enough to be yours if I ever find a genie in a lamp your wish is to be my command I want you to be happy and to be happy with you you’re all I can think of the light in every day I can’t wait ...

It’s hard to be inconspicuous when you’re hanging upside down. Maybe that’s why this wasn’t such a good idea. But it was the only way.

Sure, my ankles hurt, pressed against the dry ceiling bar. My abs were on fire, already sore. But I couldn’t make a sound, so I breathed as softly as I could. He couldn’t know I was up here. Everything that mattered would be lost if he saw me.

It was getting hot...

I think I got it backwards things aren’t as they seem I might be a little be crazy but maybe we really are on the same team

maybe you care just as much as I do maybe you care a little bit more maybe one day, I’ll tell it all to you or maybe I’ll just keep this secret lore

whatever happens, I need to understand I might have all of it wrong things probably won’t go as planned and I shouldn’t wait ...

I see his face, I smile I hear his voice, I blush we lock eyes for a moment, and there it goes I start to spiral because that’s how you looked at me the beginning of this story is like the start of ours and that’s what scares me every time I see his big brown eyes I’m reminded of yours and I don’t even have to mention the times I’ve seen him with you you’re friends, I get it but I really like this...

CREEEAK. the coffin opened, leaving a cloud of dust I had to fan away with my hand. I took a deep breath, and peeked inside, my heartbeat pulsing steadily but quickly. it was a dead body. not too surprising, I know. the jaw was bruised and the wounds on the arms revealed dried blood. the face looked pained and solemn. there was a green bomber jacket covering its chest, though the color had obvious...

they say forgiveness is a virtue, but I’d rather keep my anger. you’re the reason I’ve been so blue; the reason I hate the songs that were bangers; you’re the reason I still cry at night; the reason I see a man and think “DANGER!” too afraid that he’ll break my heart no matter how bright his light. I hate you; I wish we were just strangers. I wish I could forget and move on from the past. why ...

I wish I was pretty but not just pretty beautiful not just turning heads breaking necks dazzling the room so gorgeous that they aren’t even able to take their eyes off of me I want to be that kind of beautiful

to be able to look in the mirror and smile at my own face instead of focusing on the imperfections the acne the redness the stray eyebrow hairs the dry lips the eyes tired of crying the une...

I’m tired of this

tired of wondering if I’m making it all up in my head if it’s just my imagination running wild

tired of crying over you over the past over things that don’t matter over things that matter too much

tired of thinking and overthinking about you and how it all ended up

tired of asking myself if you ever even cared or if I was just desperate if I was wrong about everything w...

oh, when I look at you how my heart starts beating faster it’s funny how I don’t notice the quiet thump until you’re by my side and it’s louder and beats harder than any other ordinary day it’s always there but goes unnoticed but oh, when you’re close to me at this rate, you could probably hear it from there sitting there, oh so close you look at me, talk to me my brain stops so does the beat of...