Of course real life isn’t always filled with romance and the thrill of doing things on a whim.
It’s mostly laying around trying to find the motivation to do anything, like go to the gym.
Sleeping in late and getting nothing done.
Running errands and other adult ****.
There are little spats and words that cut and there isn’t always a kiss goodbye.
But there are moments.
Like snuggling on the couch after work when we’re both too tired to work out so Game of Thrones it is.
Little smiles and compliments that are sprinkled through out a boring day.
Real life isn’t always romantic but it’s still nice to be with you.

I hate myself because I destroy my own happiness.
I can feel it in the pit of my stomach, this unwelcome rage that is like boiling water bubbling over the edge of a ***.
I’ve always found it fitting that my zodiac sign is the Taurus because sometimes I can be so stubborn, I won’t budge.
I can gleefully sit and watch everything burn around me but then instantly regret it as I am left in the ashes wondering
what happened?!


Nobody brings me down better than I do.

My mental health is deteriorating and nobody cares!
I ask for help but I’m met with blank stares.
“You’re over dramatic, all women are the same.”
It’s no wonder good girls end up going insane.
I feel like a ghost lost in my apartment,
trying to find someone to share my heart with.
Can someone for once just care about me?
Why am I so easy to leave.

There are so many times when
I wish I could capture a moment and
keep it inside a snow globe.
That way all I’d have to do is tip it over to
relive it all over again.