I think it's important to to document who comes in and out of your life. Some people can swear away their enemies and say they were a waste of time, but I don't think a single thing i do is a waste of time. That's life, it keeps moving and people will flood in and out. The greatest thing about that is the experience. If it was wrong then you learn and if it was right then you learn. Life happens, people adapt different schedules, they grow at their own pace, they shape their lives differently and that's okay. You have to accept that, yes, I could know this person until I die or they will just be another lesson I learned. Enjoy them while you have them, take full advantage. Stay up all night talking to them, take pictures every time you see them, be present. The best thing is to stay in the moment, to not think how one day it won't be exactly how it is anymore. Just live and make unforgettable memories.

-k.f.

After he ruined me and tore my self esteem into pieces sending me in a downwards spiral straight to the hospital once again. I sat there with an iv through my vein and a hole in my chest; and I still wanted him to love me. I wanted him to check up on me to see if I was okay. I wanted him to think losing me was the worst mistake of his life. I wanted him to miss me like I missed him.

-k.f.

I like pretending I'm infinite.
Nothing can touch me.
Nothing can stop me.
Nothing can hold me back.
I move through the clouds.
I connect the constellations with my bare hands.
The wonders don't stop.
The happiness doesn't stop.
Only the hurt.


-k.f

It hit me that I was waiting around. Why and what the hell was I waiting around for? An apology? A moment where he would beg for me back? Because when it comes down to it, none of that matters. I was waiting. I was waiting, while he was doing absolutely nothing. I was trying. I was giving him chance after chance to get his act together. And guess what? Still nothing. And that is complete and utterly unfair. If he wasn't doing anything than I sure as hell shouldn't waste my time waiting and beginning to nothing as well. My body became stagnant; as if he ****** me dry of every passion I had. I took a deep breath in, filling my lungs with laughs and memories because god knows those times between us were magic. When I exhaled, I released every inch of you down to the way you were so insecure, I started to question my worth. I am a masterpiece and I am interesting and I am filled with not only compassion but love and I can promise whoever is reading this that I will never let someone make me feel even a pinch less ever again.

-k.f

But now you have a sleeve of tattoos and sleep next to a girl who claims she loves you.

-k.f