i put my hands on either side of my face so i can't see out of the corners of my eyes. i'm alone and no one else is around. the world is mine to pray to. i am so lucky to be alive

you called me out for not making eye contact with you. i said it was because i was nervous, but maybe i was scared that if i looked into your eyes for too long i would get hurt again.


i was right.

i don't like writing in pencil because for some reason that makes my thoughts feel less real.

i don't cry when i write
but i cry when i go back
and read what i wrote
as if someone else's
voice spoke the words
that my mind creates

i will never dull my sparkle for the purpose of you shining brighter than me.

by telling me you didn't like it when i dyed my hair, you were telling me that you didn't like me. maybe you didn't realize that, but i did and i'll never forget it.

self love is not crying in public and not caring what people think